Super system makes me a trillionaire

Just as he finished speaking, the room was met with a stunned silence.

Fred and the crowd of rich kids all sucked in a cold breath.

He… He was none other than the owner of the Cartmel Sports Center.

Meanwhile, Gordan's face was instantly filled with disbelief.

That young man… was the boss of the Cartmel Sports Center?

He had to be kidding.

That man was so young, but he was the boss of the Cartmel Sports Center.

That was simply outrageous!

However, he then took a deep breath and said, "Fine! So ruthless."

After shooting a glance at Bright, a tinge of coldness emerged on Gordan's face.

He then announced, "Let's leave!"

"Let's leave!"

With that, he took the lead and headed off into the distance.

Other members of the production crew began packing up as well, ready to get going.

After the production crew left, Fred was astonished.

He exclaimed, "Damn, Bright! You are the owner of the Cartmel Sports Center?"

There was pure surprise written all over his face.

"Yeah! A while ago, I didn't have anywhere to play sports, so I bought this place." Bright answered.

Upon hearing that, the corner of Fred's mouth started to twitch uncontrollably.

Buying a whole sports center just because there was nowhere for him to play sports?

He really knew how to show off!

Fred's friends at the back were utterly astounded as well.

However, at that moment, one of the youngsters looked somewhat nervous, saying, "But Bright, by doing that just now, you have seriously offended Gordan. Aren't you afraid of him striking back?"

The rich kid voiced out his thoughts somewhat nervously.

Gordan alone was no threat, but the point was that he had Cartmel TV backing him up.

That was the real problem.

Bright only responded with a light laugh and waved it off.

He said, "No problem! That's not a big deal."

"That's right. It's just Cartmel TV! That's nothing to Bright." Fred agreed.

After all, he knew how powerful Bright was.

The director of a TV station was powerless in front of Bright.

Since Bright and Fred were both saying the same thing, the other rich kids kept quiet.

At that moment, Fred asked, "By the way, Bright, since that's the case, do you want to take a few laps on the track with us?"

"On the track?"

He was looking at the racetrack in front of him.

Truth be told, Bright itched to take part.

After all, Bright had only driven on the road after getting the God-level driving skills. He hadn't been on a racetrack before.

Mulling it over in his heart, Bright finally nodded and said, "Fine, I will join you on the racetrack just this once."

As he spoke, Bright glanced at Gracie next to him and instructed, "Alright, Gracie. Wait for me here, I will go to the parking lot and bring the car over."

"Okay." Gracie nodded.

Thus, she stepped into the racetrack first.

On the track, Fred and others had driven their cars onto the track, beginning to warm up their engines.

Everyone looked at the Cartmel Sports Center's racetrack.

Their faces were full of excitement.

As for Fred, he seemed a bit indifferent. He had visited this track once when it was being constructed.

At that moment, one of the rich kids moved closer to Fred and asked, "Fred, who exactly is that Bright guys we met earlier? I can't believe he owns l Cartmel Sports Center."

Upon hearing that, Fred's face was filled with emotion as well.

He replied, "I don't fully understand what kind of person Bright truly is, but there's one thing I do know, Bright is absolutely terrifying!"

Fred did have some level of understanding about Bright.

He was fully aware that Bright was a board member of the Triumph Group.

On top of that, the shares that he possessed were comparable to that of the Mosley family.

When the rich kid heard that, he was about to say something else when he heard the roar of a supercar at the entrance of the racetrack.

Vroom! Vroom!!

All the rich kids turned their heads one after another.

When they saw the supercar that just entered, they were all stunned!

"My god! A Pagani Huayra?!"

"More importantly, this is no ordinary Pagani Huayra. It's a Pagani Huayra Imola, of which there are only five in the world! Who on earth is its owner?"

"It's an actual Imola! If I could drive it just once in my life, I could die without regrets."

The rich kids all had a profound love for supercars.

Hence, they were captivated by that limited edition supercar.

In an instant, envy was clearly written across their faces.

At that moment, the Imola came to a stop on the track.

Then, the car door swung open.

Bright stepped out from the car.

Upon seeing Bright, the rich kids found it impossible to conceal their expressions of surprise.

"Damn! Is that Bright's car?!"

"Wow! Bright isn't just the owner of the Cartmel Sports Center. He even managed to get his hands on the Pagani Huayra Imola!"

"Awesome!"

"Bright, can I touch your Imola?"

In a blink of an eye, the rich kids crowded around him.

They flattered and fawned over Bright.

At that moment, Fred also joined in.

He asked, "Bright, have you raced on this track before?"

"Well, no, this is my first time on this track."

Upon hearing that, Fred smiled.

He offered, "In that case, how about I be your co-pilot and guide you around first, Bright? After all, we still have some time before the official race."

Fred looked at the Imola as he spoke.

To be honest, he was extremely taken with the Imola, a top global supercar!

After all, he didn't dare to wish to test drive the car.

As long as he could get to ride in such a top notch luxury car once, that alone would bring him complete satisfaction.

At the same time, he hoped to get closer to Bright.

Bright could tell what Fred was thinking.

To be honest, he had quite a good impression of Fred, so he replied, "Sure, get in the car and show me the track."

Instantly, Fred's mood brightened.