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?!

 

aback—because he

 

ranked among the top five in the United States. A few years ago, his

 

had told them that he was already employed by

 

 

it would turn out to be Cheryl’s

 

exactly was her

 

to the wealthy and dignitaries, felt a

 

Smith…

 

Cheryl part of the

 

he 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

 

was also a beauty, but she was no

 

Zac’s imagination was running wild, the butler picked up Cheryl’s suitcase and

 

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

 

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

 

stay for lunch, then?” asked

 

“No problem!”

 

 

walked straight to the dining hall

 

obvious that the decor here was cozier than in the club, and all the

 

Lionel couldn’t help but secretly look at Cheryl and ask, “Hey, God C.

 

Go ahead,” replied

 

business is your

 

thought for a while. “Actually,

 

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

 

went through his education systematically. She had heard that

 

Nobody knew what their father was doing with him every day, and she had heard that he was planning to have him inherit something to do with “King”

 

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

 

to reveal anything to outsiders because

 

back to Villa No. 8 for afternoon

 

butler’s offer to pick her

 

drive away. She would just

 

evening run, so I can walk you

 

think much about it,

 

suddenly thought of something, said, “By the way, I have to take two

 

to exit the room at this point. Upon hearing this, he asked,

 

“Mm, shooting practice.”

 

forget that Cheryl had another identity—a shooting

 

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

 

coach was

 

behalf and said,

 

“… Uh-huh, and then?”

 

I would train with them for at least two

 

The coach: “??”

 

club seeing her out the door:

 

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

 

one-man show but a team

 

to spend more time training

 

who had pretty much become numb to further revelations, said jokingly, “Um, considering that you got a score of 1598 in the college entrance examinations, be it games or shooting, isn’t either too much

 

game clubs were lucrative businesses, but being a scientist

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