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Instantly, Fred's mood brightened.

He exclaimed, "Hehe! Okay! I have driven on this racetrack five or six times. I pretty much know it like the back of my hand."

"Sure! Let's go."

After Bright got in the car, Fred got into the front passenger seat as all the rich kids watched with envy.

Shortly after, the vehicle started.

Under Fred's guidance, Bright navigated through the first few bends.

Around those bends, Bright's speed wasn't high.

That was primarily due to the noticeable difference between the racetrack driving and normal driving on the road.

As he progressively got the hang of it, his speed gradually picked up.

That was where the prowess of the Pagani Huayra Imola was truly unleashed.

Boom! Boom!!

The mighty engine's roar was heart- pounding.

Watching the speed gradually increase as well as feeling the sudden pressure that began pushing back on them, Fred stared at the turn ahead.

Bright had yet to turn the steering wheel, which caused Fred to become flustered.

"Bright, turn! Turn! Hurry up. Turn and slow down!"

As Fred watched nervously, Bright sharply pulled up the handbrake while aggressively turning the steering wheel.

Screech!

With that sharp sound, the Imola made a beautiful drift and successfully made the turn.

Following the drift, Fred finally came back to his senses.

There was a hint of astonishment on his face.

He muttered, "Did you just…"

Excitement filled his expression.

Looking at Bright, he gushed, "That was amazing, Bright! That was a drift, right?"

"Calm down, it's just the basics." Bright appeared calm.

At the same time, he effortlessly drifted around the bend.

Seeing Bright's casual and easy control of the car, Fred grew increasingly excited.

"Damn! Your control is insane, Bright! It's nearly at the level of professional racers!" He exclaimed.

Fred was considered a veteran racer.

He had won a few amateur races before.

He was considered a big shot in the amateur racing group.

However, he had to admit that he couldn't replicate the way Bright had just casually and effortlessly drifted around the bend.

Even so, Bright did it with ease.

When he compared himself to Bright, he could tell that their driving skills were worlds apart.

"That's all there is to it."

After several consecutive turns by Bright, they finally reached the finish line.

As he parked the supercar next to the racetrack, the rich kids crowded around them.

The moment when Bright drifted around the bend was fully captured on camera and played on the big screen.

As soon as Bright and Fred got off the car, everyone began showering Bright with praise.

"You are awesome, Bright!"

"Your driving skills are incredible, Bright!"

"Yeah! Those drifts you did just now were definitely on a professional level!"

"Absolutely! I feel like even if you entered a professional race, you would definitely secure a winning spot, Bright!"

Hearing those compliments, Bright simply laughed.

"My driving skills are just ordinary! How about we take a short rest before we hit the track for a couple of rounds?"

"Sounds good!"

With that, they took a rest at the side.

After about ten minutes or so, Bright and the others went back on the track.

Gracie took the passenger seat.

Then, they hit the track for a lap.

Thanks to Bright's extraordinary driving skills, it was no surprise that he absolutely outclassed everyone on the track.

After ten laps, Gracie's face went pale and she settled into an audience seat on the side.

Her legs went soft and weak.

"What is it? Are you not feeling well?"

Holding a water bottle, Bright walked over to Gracie.

Upon hearing Bright's words, Gracie shook her head. "No, it's just that the speed was too fast for me, I need a moment to catch my breath."

Hearing that, Bright laughed a little and said, "So, should I get someone else to sit in the passenger's seat the next time I drive on the racetrack?"

The corner of Bright's mouth revealed a faint smile as he stood there.

The moment he said that, an anxious expression instantly appeared on Gracie's face.

She said, "No way! If you're going to race again next time, I-I can handle sitting in the passenger seat!"

Gracie had a look filled with nervousness on her face.

In response, a somewhat playful smirk emerged on Bright's face as he said, "Oh? I thought you couldn't handle the high speed?"

"I…"

Gracie stammered for a moment before adamantly stating, "I can do it!"

At that, Bright only grinned and said, "Okay then, I will ask you to join me next time."

Right then, Fred walked over with the group of rich kids behind him.

He said, "Bright, it's already past eleven, and hy don't we all go for lunch together?"

Hearing that, Bright glanced at his wristwatch.

Indeed, it was almost half past eleven.

Nodding, Bright agreed, "Sure! How about we go for some local food?"

Since they were on the topic, he thought he might as well go check at Devie's Restaurant while he was at it.

"Sounds good!" Fred immediately nodded.

Then, he turned to the rich kids behind him and asked, "What about you guys?"

"Oh, I'm fine with local food."

"Yeah! Eating local food is nice."

Everyone else also began nodding.

Thus, the group went in Bright's car, heading towards Devie's Restaurant.

....

Devie's Restaurant was not in a crowded location.

The streets around it were quite peaceful.

The restaurant mainly served local cuisine, and it had a total of five floors.

The interior was rather retro.

They parked the car in the parking lot.

Looking at the empty parking lot, Bright knitted his brows slightly.

What was going on?

Devie's Restaurant was a famous restaurant in Cartmel.

How could there not be a single person inside the restaurant during lunch hour?

That was simply unbelievable.

However, Bright wasn't too hung up on it. He led the group toward the restaurant.

The doorman who should have been at the entrance of the restaurant was not there at all.

On top of that, after entering the lobby, the waiters who were supposed to welcome them seemed to have disappeared as well.

There was no one in the restaurant.

"What's going on with this restaurant?"

Fred, who was behind Bright, how had a frown on his face.

"How come there isn't even a doorman to greet us now? Should we go somewhere else, Bright?"