Spoiled by Eight Uncles (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!” Lilly immediately pressed herself against the back of her safety seat, pretending to be “reluctant.” Meanwhile, Grace had yet to react, and her face again pressed against the window.

Inside the pet carrier, Polly exclaimed, “This feels like flying!” Being tall, Grace sat on the temporary safety seat, towering above the car seat, which made it easy for her to lean against the window. Lilly chuckled and advised Grace, remember to lean back when my dad accelerates next time! Look at me, firmly pressed against the back of the safety seat. Heh, he can’t shake me off!” With a snort, Grace 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 uttering a word.

However, Polly couldn't resist teasing, “Are you scared? If you're scared, just 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 say it out loud: Oh, I'm scared shitless!” Grace was angry and thought of the taste of the parrot meat.

Amidst the banter, Blake's SUV continued its journey towards Greenhill Park, with two children seated inside. Blake paid no mind to the Maserati.

However, as the car approached the Maserati, it abruptly veered and cut off Blake's path. Blake narrowed 13 his eyes, 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. Ignorance, indeed, could be blissful.

Luxury cars held little appeal for him. His domestically manufactured SUV amounted to no more than a million in value. In stark contrast, the Maserati was worth tens of millions, and its occupants likely. regarded his vehicle, which cost less than two million, with disdain.

Blake swiftly maneuvered his vehicle, 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 previous encounter that had resulted in a wrecked car. Truly, the ignorant werd fearless.

Without hesitation, Blake executed an “emergency evasion” maneuver, skillfully drifting past the Maserati. The modified exterior of his SUV scraped against the Maserati, 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 circles. before careening off the road.

Just as the Maserati veered dangerously close 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 car calmly accelerated away, leaving a trail of exhaust in its wake.

The playboy. overwhelmed by the intensity, stumbled out of the car and sank to his knees to the ground.

Utterly terrified, he felt as if his entire being shook to the core. That maneuver was beyond anything he had ever witnessed before. How was it even possible for someone to possess such extraordinary driving skills? Despite the SUV's seemingly audacious behavior, upon closer inspection, it was skillfully maneuvering within the boundaries of traffic rules. Surprisingly, there were no violations whatsoever. Even if the traffic police were to arrive, they would find no fault with the SUV. It seemed impervious to any scrutiny.

While the other playboys were chasing Blake, joined in the laughter, whistling, and mockery, their amusement slowly turned into awe.

The owner of the Maserati slowly came to his senses, and soon a mix of embarrassment and anger overwhelmed him. His million-dollar luxury car was knocked into the air by a vehicle costing less than a million! He gritted his teeth, looking at his battered Maserati. He was in the wrong. He had no way to claim insurance! The playboy was filled with anger and frustration. He made a phone call and called for another car. He sulked in the vehicle throughout the journey. In the distance, he spotted two dogs crossing the road. Instead of slowing down, he heartlessly pressed on the accelerator, intentionally hitting one of the dogs. The poor dog collided with the roadside, meeting an instant demise. The remaining dog, frightened and distressed, reacted swiftly. It rushed to the side of its lifeless companion, emitting howls of anguish and helplessness.

He saw the dead dog and the other dog anxiously circling, reduced to a pitiful state. Only then did he feel somewhat satisfied in his heart. He sneered, stepped on the accelerator, and drove away. In his eyes, dogs were nothing but insignificant creatures to vent his frustrations on. The misery of others showcased his superiority.

Upon arriving at Greenhill Park, the SUV came to a stop. Lilly eagerly hopped out of the car and began to 2/3 explore the surroundings, inspecting the vehicle with great curiosity.

Unaware of the intensity of the maneuvers, Lilly found the fast driving and swerving to be thrilling and enjoyable. However, she was blissfully unaware that Blake had ensured their safety, keeping them within a range suitable for a child. As Lilly examined the car, noticing its pristine condition with no signs of damage, a wave of relief washed over her. The thought of potential damage had briefly concerned her, knowing she would have to face her grandmother’s wrath if anything were amiss upon their return.

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