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

 

particular butler ranked among the top five in the United

 

the butler, had told them that he was already employed

 

 

that it would turn

 

exactly was her

 

exposed to the wealthy and dignitaries, felt a little lost

 

Smith…

 

part of the Smiths from

 

knew, the Smiths only had one fifteen-year-old girl in the family, and she was currently in her second year of high school. The girl was said to be shy and gentle, and was

 

beauty, but she was no

 

wild, the butler picked up Cheryl’s suitcase and politely invited

 

was currently occupied in the kitchen, which

 

envious that my tears are flowing out from the corners of my mouth.

 

for lunch, then?” asked

 

“No problem!”

 

 

to the dining hall

 

obvious that the decor here was cozier than in the

 

ask, “Hey, God C. Um, I

 

ahead,” replied

 

and asked, “What business is your family in, God

 

thought for a while. “Actually, I’m

 

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

 

entire family, her brother, Peter, was the only normal one who went through his education systematically. She had heard that their

 

one. Nobody knew what their father was doing with him every day,

 

she knew was that she was the weakest in the family and that she was so rich that she would never run out of money

 

that she was reluctant to reveal anything to outsiders because of her

 

everyone drove back to Villa No. 8 for afternoon

 

the butler’s offer to pick her up, instead

 

walk or three-minute drive

 

for an evening run,

 

didn’t think

 

who suddenly thought of something, said, “By the way, I have

 

the room at this

 

“Mm, shooting practice.”

 

Cheryl had another identity—a

 

in Harvard via the college entrance examination, she had never

 

coach was

 

and said, “Cheryl

 

“… Uh-huh, and then?”

 

said, “I promised the national team that I would train with them for at least two days a

 

The coach: “??”

 

the club seeing her

 

only need to go for shooting practice two days a month

 

wasn’t a one-man show

 

spend more time training team coordination with

 

further revelations, said jokingly, “Um, considering that you got a score of 1598 in the college entrance examinations, be it games or shooting,

 

being a scientist was obviously a more

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