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

 

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

 

had told them that

 

 

he think that it would turn out to be

 

exactly was

 

to the wealthy and dignitaries, felt a

 

Smith…

 

the Smiths from

 

family, and she was currently in her second year

 

also a beauty, but she was no

 

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

 

housekeeper was currently occupied in the kitchen, which was wafting

 

so envious that my tears are flowing out from the corners of my mouth. Why does your housekeeper’s cooking smell

 

for lunch, then?” asked

 

“No problem!”

 

 

dining hall and

 

the interior decor. It was obvious that the decor here was cozier than in the club, and all the little details exhibited low-key

 

“Hey, God C. Um, I kinda wanna ask you something, but I don’t

 

Go ahead,”

 

business is your

 

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

 

number 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 couple of days or so every month for some inexplicable

 

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

 

day, and she had heard that he was planning to have him inherit something

 

she knew was that she was the weakest in the family and that

 

to reveal anything to outsiders

 

drove back to Villa No. 8 for afternoon

 

butler’s offer to pick her up, instead insisting

 

a ten-minute walk or three-minute drive away. She would just take the walk as

 

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

 

think much about

 

of something, said, “By the way,

 

the room at this point. Upon hearing

 

“Mm, shooting practice.”

 

Cheryl had another identity—a

 

Harvard via the college entrance examination, she had never

 

was

 

her behalf and

 

“… Uh-huh, and then?”

 

national team that I would train with them

 

The coach: “??”

 

the club seeing her out the

 

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

 

a one-man show but

 

Cheryl indeed had to spend more time

 

in the college entrance

 

and game clubs were lucrative businesses, but being a scientist

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