Eight Uncles' Beloved Treasure (Lily)

Chapter 411 Arrogant Rich Kid

Jrishust City’s affluent district had been divided into four distinct sections. The southeast quadrant, known for its picturesque landscapes and serene ambiance, housed the prestigious and reserved families who sought tranquility. It was in this remarkable locale that the Crawford Manor proudly stood.

Towards the eastern direction, a different kind of “elite family” could be found, including the Shaw farmily and the military compound where Blake resided. However, his regular abode, the MacNeil villa, was situated in a different direction, and he rarely spent time in this area. The remaining section was occupied by the immensely affluent but lacking in noble lineage, namely Yule Bay and Greenhill Park, representing the nouveau riche who indulged in extravagant spending.

Despite its seemingly commonplace name, Greenhill Park had gained a reputation as the exclusive domain of affluent playboys. Situated on the opposite side of Greenhill Garden, it surpassed the garden in size. Most vehicles heading in this direction were Maserati, Bugatti, and Ferrari. They zoomed past, paying little heed to speed limits and traffic regulations. After all, even if a fine was imposed on one car, they could easily switch to another without concern for accumulating demerit points on their driver’s licenses.

As Blake’s car entered this area, a Maserati raced past, surpassing his vehicle. Not only did it overtake him, but the young man in the convertible also whistled and made an obscene gesture with his middle finger directed at Blake’s off-road vehicle.

Lilly leaned against the car window. Her curiosity was piqued as she asked, “Daddy, what does that finger gesture mean?” She innocently raised her middle finger toward her father.

He coldly fixed his gaze on the Maserati ahead and replied, “It’s a disrespectful gesture and not something good. Girls shouldn’t imitate it.”

Lilly promptly withdrew her finger, nodding obedient. “Okay…”

He placed his hand on the gear lever and spoke in a deep voice, “Hold on tight, Lilly!”

pressed herself against the back of her safety seat, pretending to be “reluctant.” Meanwhile, Grace had yet to

pet carrier, Polly exclaimed, “This

advised Grace, remember to lean back when my

glanced outside and coldly responded, “I’m not scared.” Although she claimed so, her hands secretly tightened their grip on the safety seat. Lilly saw through her without

admit it! You’re scared but refuse to say it, how will I know? You’re scared but don’t want to appear weak. Come on! Be brave and

thought of the

towards Greenhill Park, with two

it abruptly

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recognizing that only the truly ignorant would display such audacity. The last person who dared to challenge him in this manner had met a grim fate.

a million in value. In stark contrast,

switching lanes i evade the persistent Maserati. However, no matter which lane he moved to, the Maserati mirrored his actions, determined to block his path. Blake’s lips curled into a sneer. The audacity of the Maserati driver reminded him of a

leaving a long gash and even tearing off its doors. The owner of the Maserati was in fear, his pupils contracting in terror. Instinctively, he tried to regain control by turning the steering wheel, but the car spun out of control, spinning in wild

to crashing into the guardrail and potentially plummeting into the Virbank River, Blake’s car, seemingly “out of control,” swooped in with remarkable precision. With a swift and skillful drift, his vehicle collided with the Maserati, nudging it back onto the right path. The playboy behind the wheel of the Maserati frantically slammed on the brakes, his heart pounding in his chest. Meanwhile, Blake’s

was beyond anything he had ever witnessed before. How was