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 he recognized

 

its own, and this particular butler ranked among the top five in the United States. A few years ago,

 

the butler, had told them that he was already employed

 

 

think that it would

 

exactly was her

 

the wealthy and dignitaries, felt a little

 

Smith…

 

Cheryl part of the Smiths

 

as 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 said

 

a beauty, but she was

 

the butler picked up Cheryl’s suitcase and politely invited

 

in the kitchen, which was wafting an aromatic

 

envious that my tears are flowing out from the

 

Wanna stay for lunch,

 

“No problem!”

 

 

straight to the dining hall and seated himself

 

Benjamin looked around at the interior decor. It was obvious that the decor here was cozier than in the club, and all the little details

 

ask, “Hey, God C. Um, I kinda wanna

 

Go ahead,”

 

asked, “What business

 

thought for a while. “Actually, I’m not

 

large number of industries, while her grandaunt was involved with mysterious matters overseas. On top of that, her

 

one who went through his education systematically. She had heard that their

 

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

 

was that she was the weakest in the family and

 

anything to outsiders

 

drove back to Villa No. 8 for afternoon

 

butler’s offer to pick her up, instead insisting on walking

 

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

 

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

 

think much

 

thought of something, said, “By the way,

 

coach happened to exit the room at this point.

 

“Mm, shooting practice.”

 

forget that Cheryl had another identity—a

 

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

 

was confused.

 

behalf and said,

 

“… Uh-huh, and then?”

 

team that I would train with them for at least two days

 

The coach: “??”

 

seeing her out the

 

only need to go for shooting practice two days a month so

 

show but a team

 

had to spend more time training team

 

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

 

being

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