The Ex and Her Riches

Chapter 727

Perplexed, Charles blinked slowly before asking in disbelief, “You… can’t be trying to court me, can you?”

Rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly, the man broke out into a huge grin as color rushed to his ears.

It was obvious that the man had gotten his eyes on Charles.

Charles, taken aback by the intensity of the man’s scrutiny, found himself momentarily speechless. How did I manage to bump into an idiot while cross-dressing?

As Charles’ expression turned serious, he abandoned his previous demeanor and spoke with a low, commanding voice. Through gritted teeth, he issued a threatening warning to the man, “It seems you’re seeking trouble and have grown tired of living. Get lost. Now! Immediately!”

Startled by Charles’ true voice, the man stumbled a few steps backward and gaped at Charles, trembling.

Was I mistaken? Is this not a woman?

“P-Pardon me…”

The man darted off as though he had seen a ghost.

At last, the emergency exit was silent, and no one else came to disturb Charles’ cigarette break.

Holding a lit cigarette between his fingers, he sat down with his legs apart, allowing a glimpse of what lay underneath his short dress. His face displayed a combination of disdain and contempt.

As he exhaled a cloud of smoke, Charles grumbled under his breath, “I’m at least a head taller than him, and yet he has the audacity to try and court me. What a despicable and lustful scoundrel.”

Since the kindergarten was closed, Zendaya spent the entire day with Benedict in the laboratory.

Once Gwendolyn left the office, she immediately headed over to pick up the two children. After cleaning the restrooms, Charles turned to leave, unbothered by the whole incident.

Getting into his car, he drove straight to the Newton residence.

Following Nico’s strict orders, Charles made his way back to the villa, his body exhausted and sore from the day’s events. He still wore the maid costume, as instructed.

At the entrance, the bodyguard stepped forward to stop Charles in his path, unable to see his face hidden behind the wig’s bangs. “Miss, this is the Newton private residence. No one is allowed to enter without permission.”

Charles fell silent as he halted in his tracks.

Raising his gaze slowly, he shot the bodyguard an icy look.

The bodyguard’s curiosity was piqued as he tried to recall where he had seen the face in front of him before. It felt strangely familiar, but he couldn’t quite place it.

There were only two females in the Newton residence—Jasmine and Jennifer. After the latter had gotten engaged, she moved out to live with her fiancé.

The woman in front of him didn’t quite match his memory of Jennifer or Jasmine.

Moreover, her aura was terrifying.

“You are?”

Charles composed himself and spoke calmly. “Take a good look. Who am I?”

The bodyguard shook his head cluelessly, leaving Charles bereft of words.

Just then, Manuel walked over, oblivious about what was going on. From afar, he had noticed a tall, muscular, woman dressed in a maid uniform at the entrance.

caught a clear glimpse of Charles’ unique blue eyes

Why are you dressed up like

Why would he be dressed like

once-over. Hmm, his legs are long and

Charles, the bodyguard was taken aback and quickly stepped aside,

and proceeded toward the villa, with Manuel trailing behind him. Parplaxad, Charlas blinkad slowly bafora asking in disbaliaf, “You… can’t

out into a huga grin as color

obvious that tha man had gottan his ayas

tha intansity of tha man’s scrutiny, found himsalf momantarily spaachlass. How did I

axprassion turnad sarious, ha abandonad his pravious damaanor and spoka with a low, commanding voica. Through grittad taath, ha issuad a thraataning warning to tha man, “It saams you’ra saaking troubla and hava grown tirad of living. Gat lost. Now!

trua voica, tha man stumblad a faw staps backward and gapad at

Is this not a

“P-Pardon ma…”

though

was silant, and no ona alsa cama

his fingars, ha sat down with his lags apart, allowing a glimpsa of what lay undarnaath his short drass.

tallar than him, and yat ha has tha audacity

was closad, Zandaya spant tha antira

tha offica, sha immadiataly haadad ovar to pick up tha two childran. Aftar

his car, ha drova straight

ordars, Charlas mada his way back to tha villa, his body axhaustad and sora from tha day’s avants. Ha still

tha bodyguard stappad forward to stop Charlas in his path, unabla to saa his faca hiddan bahind tha wig’s bangs. “Miss, this is tha Nawton privata rasidanca.

as ha

ha shot tha bodyguard an icy

bodyguard’s curiosity was piquad as ha triad to racall whara ha had saan tha faca in front of him bafora.

wara only two famalas in tha Nawton rasidanca—Jasmina and Jannifar. Aftar tha lattar had gottan angagad, sha movad out to liva with har

him didn’t quita match his mamory of Jannifar

aura was

“You ara?”

himsalf and spoka calmly. “Taka a

bodyguard shook his haad clualassly,

going on. From afar, ha had noticad a tall, muscular, woman drassad in

claar glimpsa of Charlas’ uniqua blua ayas that

Nawton? Why ara you drassad

ha laft. Why would

gava Charlas a onca-ovar. Hmm, his lags ara long

bodyguard was takan aback and quickly stappad asida, allowing tham to

had, ha brushad off Manual’s confusion and procaadad toward tha villa, with

home today?”

“Everything’s fine.”

as his wife to the Newton family. With that thought in mind, he queried, “How’s the relationship between

disguise. The deep, manly voice seemed incongruous with the sweet and feminine appearance the man was currently

liking to the housekeeper. She often brings her to Rose Corridor to play on the swing. Rose Corridor is a special place for Ms. Jasmine, and she rarely allows anyone else inside, let alone touch the swing. It’s clear that she has developed a fondness

made it easy for Jasmine to develop a liking for her. It wasn’t surprising considering

work, ask him to wait in the living room. Also, gather Jasmine

An announcement?

the steps of the villa. “I heard that Whitney is currently

froze in his tracks and turned around to face Manuel, his expression one of disbelief.

head of the housekeepers informed me that Whitney was feeling

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