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 recognized the

 

the top five in the

 

the butler, had told them that he was

 

 

he think that it would

 

exactly was

 

who was exposed to the wealthy and dignitaries,

 

Smith…

 

of the

 

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

 

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

 

the butler picked up Cheryl’s suitcase and politely invited Lionel and the others into the

 

currently occupied in the kitchen, which was wafting an aromatic

 

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

 

Wanna stay for lunch, then?”

 

“No problem!”

 

 

the dining hall and seated himself at the

 

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

 

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

 

Go ahead,” replied

 

business is your family in, God

 

a while. “Actually, I’m not sure

 

in a large 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

 

went through his education systematically. She had heard that their father intended to hand

 

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

 

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

 

misunderstood and thought that she was reluctant to reveal anything to outsiders because of

 

everyone drove back to Villa No. 8 for

 

refused the butler’s offer to pick her up, instead insisting

 

only a ten-minute walk or three-minute drive

 

stood up and said, “I’m going out for an evening run, so

 

who didn’t think much

 

out, Cheryl, who suddenly thought of something, said, “By the way, I have to take

 

at this point. Upon hearing this, he asked, “What

 

“Mm, shooting practice.”

 

forget that Cheryl had

 

entrance examination, she had

 

coach was confused.

 

on her behalf and said, “Cheryl is

 

“… Uh-huh, and then?”

 

promised the national team that I would train with them

 

The coach: “??”

 

of the club seeing her

 

as disapproval, explained, “I only need to go for shooting practice two days a month so that they wouldn’t

 

a one-man show but a team

 

Cheryl indeed had to spend more time training team coordination

 

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

 

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

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