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

 

housekeeping industry had a ranking of its own, and this particular butler ranked among the top five in the United States. A few years

 

had told them that he was already

 

 

would turn out to

 

exactly was

 

exposed to the wealthy

 

Smith…

 

part of the Smiths from

 

in her second year of high school. The girl was said to be shy and gentle, and was also

 

a beauty, but she was no “shy

 

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

 

which

 

flowing out from the

 

for lunch, then?”

 

“No problem!”

 

 

hall and seated

 

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

 

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

 

ahead,” replied

 

coughed and asked, “What business is your family

 

while. “Actually, I’m

 

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

 

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

 

their father was doing with him every day, and she had heard that he was planning to have him inherit something to do with “King” and

 

that she was the weakest in the family and that

 

Cheryl’s teammates misunderstood and thought that she was reluctant to reveal anything to outsiders because of her desire to remain low-key, so

 

to Villa No. 8 for

 

Cheryl refused the butler’s offer to pick her

 

ten-minute walk or three-minute drive away. She would

 

evening run, so I can walk

 

think

 

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

 

room at this point. Upon hearing

 

“Mm, shooting practice.”

 

that Cheryl had another identity—a

 

examination,

 

was

 

and said, “Cheryl is a

 

“… Uh-huh, and then?”

 

“I promised the national team that I would

 

The coach: “??”

 

of the club seeing her out the

 

for shooting practice two

 

show

 

spend more time

 

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

 

clubs were lucrative businesses, but being a scientist

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