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 recognized the

 

five in the United States. A few years ago, his family had contacted him with the intention to hire

 

told them that he was

 

 

it would turn out to be

 

exactly

 

exposed to the wealthy and dignitaries, felt a little lost

 

Smith…

 

the

 

he knew, 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

 

was also a beauty, but

 

picked up Cheryl’s

 

currently occupied in the kitchen, which

 

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

 

for lunch, then?” asked

 

“No problem!”

 

 

straight to the dining hall and seated himself at

 

around at the interior decor. It was obvious that the decor here was cozier than in the

 

“Hey, God C. Um, I kinda wanna ask you something, but I

 

ahead,” replied

 

asked, “What business

 

for a while. “Actually, I’m not

 

number of industries, while her grandaunt was involved with mysterious matters overseas. On top of that, her mom was also an enigmatic one who

 

her brother, Peter, was the only normal one who went through his education systematically. She had heard that

 

knew what their father was doing with him every day, and she

 

the weakest in the

 

Cheryl’s teammates misunderstood and thought that she was reluctant to reveal anything to outsiders because of her desire

 

everyone drove back to

 

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

 

three-minute drive away. She would just take the walk

 

going out for an evening run, so I

 

think much about

 

out, Cheryl, who suddenly thought of something, said, “By the

 

the room at

 

“Mm, shooting practice.”

 

forget that Cheryl had another identity—a shooting

 

in Harvard via the college entrance examination, she had never given

 

coach was confused.

 

her behalf and said, “Cheryl

 

“… Uh-huh, and then?”

 

team that I would train with them for at

 

The coach: “??”

 

rest of the club seeing her out the

 

to go for shooting practice two days

 

wasn’t a one-man show

 

Cheryl indeed had to spend more time training team coordination

 

the college entrance examinations, be it games or shooting, isn’t either too much of a waste?

 

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

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