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?!

 

taken aback—because he recognized

 

the top five in the United States. A few years ago, his family had contacted him

 

told them that he

 

 

did he think that it would turn

 

who… exactly was her

 

to the wealthy and dignitaries, felt a little lost

 

Smith…

 

the Smiths

 

currently in her second year of high school. The girl was said to be shy and gentle, and was also renowned for

 

was also a beauty, but she was no “shy

 

the butler picked up Cheryl’s suitcase and politely invited

 

the kitchen, which was

 

swallowed hard. “God C, I’m so envious that my tears are flowing out from the corners of my mouth. Why does your

 

for lunch, then?”

 

“No problem!”

 

 

straight to the dining hall and seated himself at the dining

 

and Benjamin looked around at the interior decor. It was obvious that the decor here was cozier than in the club, and all

 

but secretly look at Cheryl and ask, “Hey, God C. Um, I kinda wanna ask you something, but I don’t know if it’s

 

ahead,”

 

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

 

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

 

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 inexplicable

 

the only normal one who went through his education systematically. She

 

one. Nobody knew what their father was doing with him every day, and she had heard

 

was that she was the weakest in

 

misunderstood and thought that she was reluctant to reveal anything to outsiders because

 

back to Villa No.

 

session, Cheryl refused the butler’s offer to pick her up, instead insisting on walking

 

villa was only a ten-minute walk or three-minute drive away. She would just take the

 

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

 

didn’t think much

 

of something, said, “By the way, I have to take two days off starting

 

the room at this point. Upon hearing this, he

 

“Mm, shooting practice.”

 

forget that Cheryl had another identity—a

 

enrolled in Harvard via the college entrance examination, she had never given up on shooting as

 

coach was confused.

 

her behalf and said, “Cheryl

 

“… Uh-huh, and then?”

 

promised the national team that I would train with them for at least two days

 

The coach: “??”

 

seeing her out the door:

 

explained, “I only need to go for shooting practice two days a month so that they wouldn’t bother me. Don’t worry, my

 

show but a team

 

to spend more time training team coordination with

 

you got a score of 1598 in the college entrance examinations,

 

businesses, but being

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