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

 

butler ranked among the top five in the United States. A few

 

butler, had told them that he was already employed by someone

 

 

he think that it would turn out

 

exactly

 

wealthy and dignitaries, felt a little

 

Smith…

 

the Smiths from

 

was currently in her second year of high school. The girl

 

course, Cheryl was also a beauty, but she

 

Cheryl’s suitcase and politely invited Lionel and

 

housekeeper was currently occupied in the kitchen, which was

 

hard. “God C, I’m so 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!”

 

 

walked straight to the dining hall and seated himself

 

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

 

“Hey, God C. Um,

 

ahead,”

 

and asked, “What business is your family

 

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

 

was involved with mysterious matters overseas. On top of that, her

 

her brother, Peter, was the only normal one who went through his education systematically. She had heard that their father intended to hand over the Hunt Corporation

 

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

 

weakest in

 

anything to outsiders because of her desire to

 

drove back to Villa No. 8 for afternoon

 

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

 

drive away. She would just take

 

said, “I’m going out for an evening run, so I can walk you back home along the

 

who didn’t think much about it,

 

something, said, “By the way, I have to take two days off

 

to exit the room at this point. Upon hearing this, he asked,

 

“Mm, shooting practice.”

 

forget that Cheryl had another identity—a shooting

 

examination, she had never given up on shooting

 

was confused.

 

behalf and said, “Cheryl is

 

“… Uh-huh, and then?”

 

would train

 

The coach: “??”

 

of the club seeing her out the

 

go for shooting practice two days a month so that

 

wasn’t a one-man show but

 

indeed had to spend more time training team coordination with

 

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

 

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

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