The next day, two cars arrived at Maple Villaâs entrance before 7 am.
Inside the front car, a luxurious Porsche, was Spark, Carol, Olivia, and Mariah. Sparkâs arm hadnât
completely healed yet, hence Carol was the one who drove. Following them was a box truck, within it, a
coffin they had bought last night.
Bursting with excitement and joy last night, Spark could barely get any sleep at all. The lack of sleep
had caused him to have a pair of bloodshot eyes.
Nonetheless, he still seemed pretty energized.
He just couldnât sleep, thinking about Alexâs death. Now, he was sending a coffin to his house, and he
would be able to insult Brittany harshly as well. It was all so exciting, more exciting than sleeping with
any womanâ¦
That, however, reminded him about something unfortunate. After previously unable to get it on with a
model, Spark felt as if he was experiencing a mental block.
Lately, he hadnât been able to get a physical reaction at all.
The other two women sitting in the back chattered among themselves.
âBrittany used to call herself the Steel Woman, bossing us around all the time. Tsk! What a joke!â
âRight? She shouldâve just stayed a vegetable. Why did she even wake up from her coma? Just look at
her now. First, her husband died, and now, her son too! It wouldâve been so much better if she didnât
wake up. They could have a family reunion down there!â
It was then that security guards stopped their car.
In an attempt to get away, Carol tried leveraging her status. âIâm Carol Rockefeller from Rockefeller
Group. Open the gates, I need to go in there.â
The guard refused. âIf you donât own a property here, youâre not allowed in. You may only enter if a
resident here lets you in.
In the end, Spark was able to contact a friend who owned a property in Maple Villa. They lied that they
were here to deliver some furniture, hence they were let in.
After getting through the gates, they drove closer to the eighth villa. Spark was so excited that he
started trembling.
âSpark, weâre here at Number 8. Do we need to ring the doorbell?â Carol asked.
Spark harrumphed. âWhat doorbell? Just drive right in.â
John had arranged an underground fighter to accompany them, he was currently driving the box truck
that was behind. This was a much more reliable fighter than the one Spark had found himself.
It was all because John supported Sparkâs idea to send a coffin to their doorstep.
If he werenât busy, John wouldâve gone with them as well.
With a loud crash, the steel gates to Number 8 flew right off. The truck crashed right into the pavement.
Spark started jumping in absolute joy, cheering in ecstasy. He then ordered Carol to follow the truck
immediately. Before they could properly stop the car, however, he rushed out and yelled, âBrittany, my
good old aunt, I have a gift for you!â
Olivia and Patricia turned to each other, their eyes filled with excitement and delight as well.
Brittany and Waltz, who had just woken up from their slumber, rushed out of the villa.
âSpark, you little brat! How dare you ram our gate? What do you want?â barked a fuming Brittany.
Olivia got out of the car. âWhat? How dare you call my son a little brat? Have you gone completely
mental from losing your husband and son, Brittany? And just look at what youâre wearing. Attending a
funeral or remarrying some random ?â
âWhat did you say?â
Brittany froze and turned to Waltz.
Spark cackled. âBrittany, you actually donât know? What a great mother you are. Your son died, yet
here you are dressing up nicely. Unlike you, weâre very sad about his death. Just look, we came early
just to give you this present!â
âWhat present?â
Spark had been waiting for this moment, he yelled as soon as he heard her question. âMr. Greg, open
the truck box. Itâs gift time!â
Bam!