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

 

in the United States. A

 

them that he was already

 

 

would turn out

 

exactly

 

exposed to the wealthy and dignitaries, felt

 

Smith…

 

of the Smiths from

 

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

 

also a beauty, but she was no “shy

 

picked up Cheryl’s suitcase and politely invited Lionel and the

 

occupied in the kitchen, which

 

so envious that my tears are flowing out

 

for lunch, then?” asked

 

“No problem!”

 

 

straight to the dining hall

 

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

 

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

 

ahead,” replied

 

asked, “What business

 

while. “Actually, I’m not

 

of industries, while her grandaunt was involved with mysterious matters overseas. On top of that,

 

education systematically. She had

 

brother, Alexander, was also an unfathomable one. Nobody knew what their father was doing with him every day, and she had heard that he was planning to have him inherit something

 

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

 

she was reluctant to reveal anything to outsiders

 

lunch, everyone drove back to Villa No. 8 for

 

to pick her up,

 

drive away. She would

 

for an evening run, so

 

think much about

 

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

 

to exit the room at

 

“Mm, shooting practice.”

 

that Cheryl had another identity—a shooting

 

had enrolled in Harvard via the college entrance examination, she

 

coach was

 

behalf and said, “Cheryl is a

 

“… Uh-huh, and then?”

 

that I would train with them for at least two

 

The coach: “??”

 

rest of the club seeing

 

to go for shooting practice two days a month so that they wouldn’t bother me. Don’t worry, my focus is

 

one-man show but

 

indeed had to spend more time

 

that you got a score of 1598 in the college entrance

 

game clubs were lucrative businesses, but being a scientist was obviously

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