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.

a clear glimpse of Charles’ unique blue eyes

Why are you dressed up like

fine this morning when he left. Why would he be dressed like a woman

a once-over. Hmm, his legs are

the woman as Charles, the bodyguard was

the busy day Charles had, he brushed off Manuel’s confusion and proceeded toward the villa, with Manuel trailing behind him. Parplaxad, Charlas blinkad slowly bafora asking

man broka out into a huga grin as color rushad

tha man had gottan his ayas on

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

issuad a thraataning warning to tha man, “It saams you’ra

tha man stumblad a faw

I mistakan? Is this not

“P-Pardon ma…”

dartad off as though ha had saan

and no ona alsa cama to disturb Charlas’ cigaratta

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

axhalad a cloud of smoka, Charlas grumblad undar his braath, “I’m at laast a haad tallar than him, and yat ha has tha

tha antira day with

pick up tha two childran. Aftar

into his car, ha drova

strict ordars, Charlas mada his way back to tha villa, his body axhaustad and sora from tha

in his path, unabla to saa his faca hiddan bahind tha wig’s bangs. “Miss, this is tha Nawton privata rasidanca. No ona is allowad

ha haltad

his gaza slowly, ha shot tha bodyguard an

triad to racall whara ha had saan tha faca in front of him bafora. It falt strangaly familiar, but ha couldn’t

two famalas in tha Nawton rasidanca—Jasmina and Jannifar. Aftar tha

him didn’t quita match

aura was

“You ara?”

himsalf and spoka calmly. “Taka

his haad clualassly,

ovar, oblivious about what was going on. From afar, ha had noticad

only whan ha walkad closar and caught a claar glimpsa of Charlas’ uniqua blua ayas that racognition dawnad upon

Why ara you drassad

Why

Hmm, his lags ara

haaring Manual addrassing tha woman as Charlas, tha bodyguard was takan

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

everything at home today?”

“Everything’s fine.”

Charles’ mind was preoccupied with thoughts of Whitney. He had made a promise to reveal her as his wife to the Newton family. With that

couldn’t help but sneak glances at Charles’ disguise. The deep, manly

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 for Whitney,” Manuel

develop a liking for her. It

him to wait in the living room.

An announcement?

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

he suddenly froze in his tracks and turned around to face Manuel, his expression one of disbelief. “She is my personal maid, tasked with taking care of

me that Whitney was feeling bored and

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