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

 

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

 

them that

 

 

would turn out to be Cheryl’s

 

who… exactly was her

 

Zac, who was exposed to the wealthy and dignitaries, felt

 

Smith…

 

of the

 

her second year of high school. The girl was said to be shy

 

also a beauty, but she

 

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

 

the kitchen, which was wafting an aromatic smell of something

 

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

 

for lunch, then?”

 

“No problem!”

 

 

hall and seated himself at the

 

that the decor here was cozier than in the club, and all the little details exhibited

 

but secretly look at Cheryl and ask, “Hey, God C. Um,

 

Go ahead,” replied

 

business

 

thought for a while. “Actually,

 

mysterious matters overseas. On top of that, her mom was also an enigmatic one who disappeared for a couple of days or so every

 

only normal one who went through his education systematically. She had heard that their father intended to hand over the Hunt

 

with him every day, and she had heard that he was planning to have him inherit something to do with “King”

 

was the weakest in the family and that she was so rich that she

 

was reluctant to reveal anything to outsiders because of

 

lunch, everyone drove back to Villa No. 8 for

 

butler’s offer to pick her up, instead insisting

 

three-minute drive away. She would

 

evening run, so I can walk you back

 

didn’t think much about

 

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

 

coach happened to exit the room at this point. Upon hearing this, he asked, “What

 

“Mm, shooting practice.”

 

Cheryl had another identity—a

 

college entrance examination, she had never given

 

coach was

 

on her behalf and said, “Cheryl

 

“… Uh-huh, and then?”

 

I would train with them for at

 

The coach: “??”

 

the club seeing her out the door:

 

shooting practice two days a month so that they wouldn’t bother me. Don’t worry,

 

one-man show but a

 

more time

 

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 of a waste? Why don’t you

 

and game clubs were lucrative businesses, but being

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