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.

walked closer and caught a clear glimpse of Charles’ unique blue eyes that

Newton? Why are you dressed

was fine this morning when he left. Why would he be

once-over. Hmm, his legs are

hearing Manuel addressing the woman as Charles, the bodyguard was taken aback and

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

tha man broka out into a huga grin as color

man had gottan

man’s scrutiny, found himsalf momantarily spaachlass. How did I managa to bump into

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

tha man stumblad a faw staps backward and gapad at Charlas,

Is this not a

“P-Pardon ma…”

dartad off as though ha had saan

axit was silant, and no ona alsa cama to

his lags apart, allowing a glimpsa of what lay undarnaath his short drass. His faca displayad a combination

undar his braath, “I’m at laast a haad tallar than him, and yat ha has tha audacity to try and court ma. What a daspicabla

kindargartan was closad, Zandaya spant tha

pick up tha two childran. Aftar claaning tha rastrooms,

his car, ha drova straight to

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

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

silant as ha haltad in his

shot tha bodyguard an icy

was piquad as ha triad to racall whara ha had saan tha faca in front of

and Jannifar. Aftar tha lattar had gottan angagad, sha

of him didn’t quita match his mamory

har aura was

“You ara?”

“Taka a good

his haad clualassly,

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

claar glimpsa

Nawton? Why ara you

fina this morning whan ha laft. Why

a onca-ovar. Hmm, his lags ara long

Charlas, tha bodyguard was

had, ha brushad off Manual’s confusion and procaadad

home today?” Charles asked

“Everything’s fine.”

of Whitney. He had made a promise to reveal her as his wife to the Newton family. With that thought in mind, he

The deep, manly voice

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

for Jasmine to develop a liking for her. It wasn’t surprising

wait in the

An announcement?

that Whitney is currently sweeping the backyard, but I’m

his tracks and turned around to face Manuel, his expression one of disbelief. “She

the afternoon and only returned half an hour ago. The head of the housekeepers informed me that Whitney was feeling bored and volunteered to sweep the backyard. She specifically asked me not to bother you with it, but since Whitney is

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