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

 

the top five in the United States. A

 

butler, had told them that he was already

 

 

that it would turn out

 

exactly

 

exposed to the wealthy and

 

Smith…

 

part of the Smiths from New

 

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

 

a beauty, but she

 

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

 

occupied in the kitchen, which was wafting an aromatic smell of something

 

out from the corners of

 

Wanna stay for

 

“No problem!”

 

 

straight to the dining hall and seated

 

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

 

Cheryl and ask, “Hey, God C. Um, I

 

Go ahead,” replied

 

asked, “What business is

 

while. “Actually, I’m not

 

overseas. On top of that, her mom was also an enigmatic one who disappeared for a couple of days or so every month

 

systematically. She had heard that their father intended to hand over

 

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

 

any case, Cheryl wasn’t bothered about these 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 of money her whole

 

anything to outsiders because

 

everyone drove back to Villa No. 8

 

to pick her up, instead insisting

 

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

 

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

 

think much about

 

they went out, Cheryl, who suddenly thought of something, said, “By the way, I have to take two days off

 

room at this point.

 

“Mm, shooting practice.”

 

Cheryl had another

 

enrolled in Harvard via the college entrance examination, she had never given up on shooting

 

was confused.

 

explained on her behalf and said, “Cheryl

 

“… Uh-huh, and then?”

 

promised the national team that I would train with them for at least

 

The coach: “??”

 

of the club seeing her

 

go for shooting practice two days a

 

a one-man show but a team

 

had to spend more time training

 

numb to further revelations, said jokingly, “Um, considering that you got a score of 1598 in the college entrance examinations, be it games or

 

lucrative businesses, but being a scientist

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