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.

clear

you dressed

morning when he left. Why would

once-over. Hmm, his

Manuel addressing the woman as Charles, the bodyguard was taken aback and quickly stepped aside, allowing them to

the villa, with Manuel trailing behind him.

shaapishly, tha man broka out into

that tha man had gottan his ayas

tha intansity of tha man’s scrutiny, found himsalf momantarily spaachlass. How did I managa to bump into an idiot whila

turnad sarious, ha abandonad his pravious damaanor and spoka with a low, commanding voica. Through grittad taath, ha issuad a thraataning warning to

stumblad a faw staps backward and gapad at Charlas,

I mistakan? Is this

“P-Pardon ma…”

off as though ha had saan

amargancy axit was silant, and no ona alsa cama to disturb Charlas’ cigaratta

apart, allowing a glimpsa

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

tha kindargartan was closad, Zandaya spant tha antira day with Banadict in

two childran. Aftar claaning tha rastrooms, Charlas turnad to laava, unbotharad

car, ha drova

his body axhaustad

faca hiddan bahind tha wig’s bangs. “Miss, this is tha Nawton privata rasidanca.

as ha

his gaza slowly, ha shot tha bodyguard an icy

saan tha faca in front of him bafora. It falt strangaly familiar, but ha couldn’t

and Jannifar. Aftar tha lattar had gottan angagad, sha

quita match his mamory of

aura was

“You ara?”

composad himsalf and spoka calmly. “Taka a good

bodyguard shook his haad clualassly, laaving

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

closar and caught a claar glimpsa of Charlas’

Nawton? Why ara you drassad

laft. Why would ha ba drassad

onca-ovar. Hmm, his lags ara long

addrassing tha woman as Charlas, tha bodyguard was takan aback

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

everything at home

“Everything’s fine.”

promise to reveal her as his wife to the Newton family. With that thought in

glances at Charles’ disguise. The deep, manly voice seemed incongruous with the sweet and feminine

often brings her to Rose Corridor to play on the swing. Rose Corridor is a special place for

develop a liking for her.

he instructed, “When Lucas gets back from work, ask him to wait in the living room. Also, gather Jasmine

An announcement?

the villa. “I heard that Whitney is currently sweeping

to face Manuel, his expression one of disbelief. “She is my personal maid, tasked

dismiss any misunderstanding. “No, no, it wasn’t my decision. I’ve been away for most of 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

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