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The rich kids nearby complained, their faces full of discontent.

Fred's face also looked a bit unpleasant.

He was on the phone.

Indeed, he had reserved the morning slot at the racetrack of the Cartmel Sports Center.

He even paid the deposit.

However, when they arrived that day, the racetrack was unexpectedly taken over by the crew of a variety show, and they were even asked to leave.

Without a doubt, the situation was incredibly embarrassing for Fred.

He stared at the manager of the racetrack, who was in front of him, and spoke up, "Mr. Brown, isn't it inappropriate for you guys to do this? We clearly paid the deposit, but what did you do? You rented the racetrack to some production team without a single notice!"

Fred's tone was somewhat frigid.

At that moment, the manager appeared to be quite awkward.

He replied, "I am truly sorry about this, Mr. Cunningham. We forgot to notify you in advance! How about this? We will postpone your reservation to next week, and I will offer you a 30 percent discount on the renting fee. What do you think?"

However, the moment he said that, Fred began laughing out of anger.

"30 percent off? Hmph! Do you think my friends and I can't afford that amount of money, Mr. Brown? Let me make it clear! We are going to use the racetrack today no matter what, and you owe us a reasonable explanation for what happened." Fred's tone was quite firm.

After those words were said, Mr. Brown was left speechless.

However, his expression was somewhat bitter.

After alll, the decision was not made by him! He was just an employee carrying out orders.

The decision to rent the racetrack to the film crew was made by their deputy chairman.

He couldn't do anything about it.

At that moment, a voice rang out from behind.

"Mr. Brown, what on earth is going on? Why haven't you resolved this yet?"

Hearing that, Mr. Brown's face turned bitter as he replied, "We need a bit more time, Director Sherman. I will discuss with Mr. Fred again…"

When the potbellied director heard that, he furrowed his eyebrows slightly.

He then snapped, "What is there to discuss?"

As he spoke, he walked over to Fred and asked, "Are you Fred Cunningham?"

The director gave Fred a quick glance.

Then, he sneered, "The Cunningham family is in the foreign trade business, right?"

The director's tone was utterly nonchalant as he said that.

"What are you trying to say?" Fred frowned deeply.

"It's nothing, I just wanted to tell you that this racetrack belongs to Cartmel TV. You might want to look for another place to go! Otherwise, well… you will have to deal with the consequences." The director warned, his voice laden with threats.

Fred's face turned incredibly grim.

He had never been humiliated so badly.

However, the problem was that he was left without a choice.

He was really left without a choice!

After all, given Cartmel TV's size and influence, the Cunningham family could not afford to offend them.

However, just at that moment, a faint voice spoke up.

"Cartmel TV? I'm sorry, but we aren't going to lease this racetrack to you."

An indifferent voice was heard.

Everyone was startled.

"Bright?"

Fred was somewhat surprised at the sight of Bright.

He didn't expect that he would encounter Bright there.

The people next to him also had curious expressions on their faces.

Who was this person?

Meanwhile, Gordan Sherman was somewhat infuriated and looked to the right.

"Who's talking nonsense over there?"

He saw Bright walking over, as well as Gracie beside him.

There was also Kelvin following them.

A hint of irritation surfaced on Gordan's face.

He immediately began thundering, "Mr. Lewis, is this really how the employees at Cartmel Sports Center behave? Also, our production team is occupying this racetrack right now, I don't want to see any unrelated individuals here while we are filming our show."

He glanced at Fred and his friends.

As his statement came to a close, Kelvin nonchalantly replied, "Gordan, we apologize, but for now, we'd prefer if your production team could leave."

As this simple request was made, Gordan was momentarily taken aback.

Then, irritation flashed across his face.

He questioned, "What is the meaning of this, Mr. Lewis?!"

"Nothing. It's just that after discussing the matter, we have decided not to rent our racetrack to your crew."

He had barely finished speaking when a hint of astonishment spread across Gordan's face.

His entire face was full of disbelief.

He looked at Kelvin, his expression slightly cold.

"You should really think this through, Mr.

Lewis. Do you know how much loss this will cause your company? I'm sure you are aware that our variety show has a significant influence!"

Threatening implications were woven in Gordan's words.

However, Kelvin was as unperturbed as ever.

Was Gordan kidding?

Had Bright not made himself clear enough?

The racing track was no longer for rent to Gordan's crew.

As an employee, he naturally had to follow his boss's orders!

"Please leave." He requested slowly.

As soon as he finished speaking, Gordan's face turned ashen.

Afterwards, he took a deep breath and said, "I want to see your boss! Call your boss over. I refuse to believe that your boss would approve of such an absurd order!"

A look of superiority momentarily flashed across Gordan's face.

The way he saw it, if the boss of the Cartmel Sports Center cared about profits, he wouldn't make Gordan's production crew leave. In fact, he might let them use the racetrack for free.

After all, their variety show ranked within the top three in terms of nationwide viewership.

If they were to promote the Cartmel Sports Center in their show, the profit it could bring was substantial.

It would be over 100 million at the very least.

However, just as that thought ran through his head, Kelvin smirked and stated, "Sorry, but this order is from our boss. Besides, you have already met him."

Upon hearing that, Gordan was instantly stunned. "What do you mean by that?"

Kelvin, who was standing on the side, introduced Bright. "Mr. John is the owner of the Cartmel Sports Center."

Just as he finished speaking…