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

 

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

 

them that

 

 

he think that it would turn out to

 

who… exactly was

 

exposed to the wealthy and dignitaries, felt

 

Smith…

 

of the Smiths

 

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

 

was also a beauty, but she

 

the butler picked up Cheryl’s

 

kitchen, which was wafting an aromatic smell of something

 

flowing out from the corners of my mouth. Why does your housekeeper’s

 

stay for

 

“No problem!”

 

 

dining hall and seated himself at the dining

 

at the interior decor. It was obvious that the decor here was cozier than

 

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

 

ahead,”

 

business is

 

thought for a while. “Actually,

 

On top of that, her mom was also an enigmatic one who disappeared for

 

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 to him this

 

what their father was doing with him every day, and

 

that she was the weakest in the

 

and thought that she was reluctant to reveal anything to outsiders because

 

everyone drove back to Villa No. 8

 

Cheryl refused the butler’s offer to pick her

 

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

 

and said, “I’m going out for an evening

 

didn’t think much

 

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

 

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

 

“Mm, shooting practice.”

 

Cheryl had

 

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

 

coach was confused.

 

and said,

 

“… Uh-huh, and then?”

 

said, “I promised the national team that I would train with them for

 

The coach: “??”

 

of the club seeing her out the door:

 

shooting practice two days a month so that they wouldn’t bother

 

show

 

to spend more

 

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

 

and game clubs were lucrative businesses, but being a

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