Most of them were top-notch sports cars which cost tens of millions.

It looked like a luxury car party.

Not far away, there were also more than a dozen parked helicopters. One of them had just landed, and a group of people stepped down from it, with an old man clad in traditional garb in the lead.

At this moment, a young girl with delicate makeup, looking to be about twenty-five years old, held the old man’s arm and whispered, “Oh my, the Stoermer family’s display of extravagance is really something else. There are so many luxury cars and helicopters. They’re just a branch from a royal family, and they have so much weight to throw around. Look at this parking lot. It’s bigger than our Seay family’s!”

It turned out that the group of people who had just disembarked from the helicopter were from Alaska’s Seay family.

The old man donned in traditional garb was the current patriarch of the Seay family, Nelson Seay.

The young girl was his granddaughter, Angela Seay.

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