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

 

ranking of its own, and this particular butler ranked among the top five in the United States. A few years ago, his family had contacted him with the intention to hire

 

had told them that he was already

 

 

that it would turn

 

who… exactly

 

who was exposed to the wealthy and

 

Smith…

 

part of the Smiths from New

 

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

 

was also a beauty, but she was

 

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

 

which was wafting an aromatic

 

out from the corners

 

Wanna stay for lunch,

 

“No problem!”

 

 

the dining hall and seated

 

decor here was cozier than in the club, and all the

 

couldn’t help but secretly look at Cheryl and ask, “Hey, God C. Um, I kinda wanna

 

Go ahead,”

 

asked, “What business is your family

 

while. “Actually, I’m

 

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

 

his education systematically. She had heard that

 

what their father was doing with him every day, and she had heard that he was planning to

 

these things. All she knew was that she was the weakest in the family and that she was so rich

 

teammates misunderstood and thought that she was reluctant to reveal anything to outsiders

 

drove back to Villa No. 8 for

 

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

 

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

 

out for an evening

 

didn’t think much about it,

 

Cheryl, who suddenly thought of something, said, “By the way, I

 

the room at this point. Upon hearing this, he asked, “What

 

“Mm, shooting practice.”

 

forget that Cheryl had another identity—a

 

college entrance examination, she

 

was confused.

 

explained on her behalf and said,

 

“… Uh-huh, and then?”

 

“I promised the national team that I would train with them

 

The coach: “??”

 

club seeing her

 

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

 

show

 

Cheryl indeed had to spend more time training team coordination with

 

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

 

game clubs were lucrative businesses, but being a

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