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?!

 

was also taken aback—because he

 

had a ranking of its own, and this particular butler ranked among the top five in the United States. A few years ago, his family had contacted

 

the butler, had told them that he was already employed by

 

 

it would turn

 

exactly was her

 

Zac, who was exposed to the wealthy and dignitaries,

 

Smith…

 

the Smiths from New

 

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 be shy and

 

Cheryl was also a beauty, but she was no “shy and

 

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

 

kitchen, which

 

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

 

Wanna stay for lunch,

 

“No problem!”

 

 

straight to the dining hall and

 

decor. It was obvious that the decor here was cozier than in the club, and all the little details

 

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

 

ahead,”

 

business is your family

 

for a while. “Actually, I’m not

 

mysterious matters overseas. On top of that, her mom was

 

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

 

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

 

things. All she knew was that she was the weakest in the family and that she was so rich that she would never run out

 

reluctant to reveal anything to outsiders because of her desire to remain low-key, so

 

drove back to Villa No. 8 for afternoon

 

to pick her up, instead insisting on walking

 

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

 

an evening run, so I can walk you back home along

 

who didn’t think

 

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

 

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

 

“Mm, shooting practice.”

 

forget that Cheryl had another identity—a shooting

 

via the college entrance examination, she had never given up

 

coach was confused.

 

behalf and said, “Cheryl

 

“… Uh-huh, and then?”

 

team that I would train with them for

 

The coach: “??”

 

of the club seeing

 

as 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

 

show but a

 

Cheryl indeed had to spend more time training team

 

you got a score of 1598 in the college entrance examinations, be it games or shooting, isn’t

 

but being a scientist was obviously

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