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Gerald Crawford:The Secretly Rich Man Novel (Invisible or Poorest) Chapter 957
“D*mn it! Are you even a lecturer? How could you not know about Bloomlin Mountain? That’s the place where several youths, who are mostly in gangs, usually gather to host parties! What more, they like to have car races there to amuse themselves as well! That place is just bad news!” explained another student rather helplessly.

“There’s no use explaining it to him! Regardless, Tulip’s daring enough to go literally anywhere once her recklessness kicks in! I should know since the same thing happened when she last got into trouble! Come on, let’s just hurry and try to get her back already!” said Nicole who was now so anxious that she was almost in tears.

While Nicole was Tulip’s bestie, she was also the daughter of the Yowell family’s butler. Because of that, Nicole was usually tasked with keeping an eye on Tulip.

After all, almost everyone associated with the second young lady of the Yowell family knew that she was infamous for being reckless. She was a person who valued her own enjoyment above anything else, which was why she was now skipping Gerald’s class.

Gerald found that her classmates were all quite loyal to her as well, as all of them instantly agreed to go after her. Getting to Bloomlin Mountain wasn’t an issue for them either since several of the classmates were rich heirs who had their own cars. After entering the cars in twos and threes, all of them left.

“…Wouldn’t your arrival there be rather strange and unexpected…?” muttered Gerald to himself helplessly.

‘Just don’t get into any trouble… If she gets into any then all my efforts this time around will be for naught!’ Gerald thought to himself.

how many influential groups were targeting her now, it was impossible for him not to be worried. Shaking his head, he got atop his scooter

long ago—was starting to slightly regret coming to Bloomlin Mountain. Looking around,

suburbs were already complicated

be a deserted open space was now filled with all sorts of cars, even

regulars of the racetrack were all young men and women who were either screaming or playing musical instruments loudly,

the youthful atmosphere there. Her sheer disbelief stemmed from the fact that she had never been exposed to people like these in the past. The existence of such individuals had simply been beyond

time here since her father had

still flustered her greatly. As if that annoyance wasn’t enough, she was humiliated in front of so many people today due

all about her father’s prohibitions and simply drove to Bloomlin

in

about to consider leaving, a man with big hair—reminiscent of the eighties—who had his left ear adorned with a row of silver studs stood by her car before saying, “Well hey there, girl! Are you a new face here? How about a race with me? If you win, I’ll host a

refuse. I just came here to have a look

after all! I guess you must be afraid to compete with others! What a waste that this sports car ended up in your

take that back you mother*cker! Who’s afraid? I’m joining the race!” scowled Tulip