Lionel subconsciously stepped on the brakes.

 

But when the car stopped, he looked out to find that they hadn’t left the neighborhood at all.

 

Confused, he asked, “What’s going on? There isn’t any house here except for Villa No. 9…”

 

 

But when he uttered that, his words trailed off in astonishment.

 

The rest of the team was also stunned.

 

Zac stared at Villa No. 9, his lips curling up into a near-imperceptible arc.

 

Oh my, the kiddo’s family is pretty well-off, isn’t it?

 

A villa in the neighborhood cost more than $7.5 million. On top of that, Villa No. 9 was situated by the lake and was slightly larger than Villa No. 8, so it was worth almost $15 million!

 

When they first moved in, Lionel had passed by the villa on an evening run once and remarked enviously, “I wonder who the owner of Villa No. 9 is. The scenery here is even better than ours, and it also seems a bit bigger. Damn the rich, why do they get to enjoy life so much?”

 

But now!

 

He seemed to have found out who the owners of this villa were.

 

Zac coughed.

 

Lionel also swallowed and asked incredulously, “G-God C, sure… surely you don’t mean to say that Villa No. 9 is the ‘house’ you were referring to, right?”

 

Cheryl nodded. “Yup!”

 

“Yup”…

 

Lionel felt like crying. Come on, no acting cute in the club, alright?! Who would have thought that an adorable girl like her would turn out to be a little money bag in disguise?!

 

He was this close to shedding tears of envy. He said, “A-are you living here alone, God C? How lonely would it be if you don’t have anyone cooking for you, right? Do you want us to come over and accompany you…?”

 

 

As soon as he spoke, though, the door to the villa opened and a full-time butler stepped out. Dressed in a suit, he looked at the car with a smile and quickly walked over. He made Zac step aside and then opened the door for Cheryl.

 

Only then did Cheryl get out of the car.

 

“Ms. Cheryl, the villa is ready. This way, please.”

 

M… Ms. Cheryl?!

 

What the heck was this?

 

Also, the butler looked awfully professional!

 

The group was stunned.

 

They had met rich people—for example, Zac—before… Lionel and the others had even visited his home. Only manors like the Stannards’ home would need a butler, come on!

 

So, was God C’s family as rich as Zac’s?!

 

also taken aback—because he recognized the

 

own, and this particular butler ranked among the top five in the United States. A few years ago, his family had contacted him with the intention to

 

that he was already employed

 

 

would turn out to be

 

who… exactly was

 

the wealthy and dignitaries, felt

 

Smith…

 

the Smiths

 

had one fifteen-year-old girl in the family, and she was currently in her second year of high

 

but she

 

Cheryl’s suitcase and politely invited

 

currently occupied in the kitchen, which was wafting an aromatic smell

 

out from the

 

for lunch, then?” asked

 

“No problem!”

 

 

dining hall and seated

 

decor here was cozier than in the club, and

 

couldn’t help but secretly look at Cheryl and ask, “Hey, God C. Um, I kinda wanna ask you

 

Go ahead,” replied

 

asked, “What business is your family

 

thought for a while. “Actually, I’m not sure

 

a large number of industries, while her grandaunt was involved with mysterious matters overseas. On top of that, her mom was also an enigmatic one who disappeared for a couple of days or so every month for some

 

systematically. She had heard that their father intended to hand over the

 

was doing with him every day, and she had heard that he was

 

she knew was that she was the weakest in the family and that she was so rich that she would never

 

she was reluctant to reveal anything to outsiders because of her desire to remain

 

back to Villa No. 8 for

 

the butler’s offer to pick her up, instead insisting on walking home

 

three-minute drive away. She would just take

 

up and said, “I’m going out for an evening run, so I can walk you

 

didn’t think much

 

“By the way,

 

the room at this point. Upon

 

“Mm, shooting practice.”

 

Cheryl had another identity—a

 

in Harvard via the college entrance examination, she had never given up

 

coach was confused.

 

behalf and said, “Cheryl

 

“… Uh-huh, and then?”

 

would train with them for at least two days

 

The coach: “??”

 

seeing her out the

 

need to go for shooting practice two days a

 

wasn’t a one-man show but a team

 

indeed had to spend more

 

1598 in the college entrance examinations, be it games or shooting, isn’t either too much

 

lucrative businesses, but being a scientist was obviously

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