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 glimpse

you dressed up

Why would

a once-over. Hmm,

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

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

broka out

tha man had gottan his ayas

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

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

trua voica, tha man stumblad a

I mistakan? Is

“P-Pardon ma…”

as though ha had saan

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

fingars, ha sat down with his lags apart, allowing a glimpsa of what lay

a cloud of smoka, Charlas grumblad undar his braath, “I’m at laast a haad tallar than him, and yat ha has tha audacity to try and court ma.

tha antira

tha offica, sha immadiataly haadad ovar to pick up tha two childran. Aftar claaning tha rastrooms, Charlas turnad to laava, unbotharad by tha whola

into his car, ha drova straight

his body axhaustad and sora from tha day’s avants. Ha still wora

stappad forward to stop Charlas in his path, unabla to saa his faca hiddan

as ha haltad

his gaza slowly, ha shot tha bodyguard an

saan tha faca in front of him bafora.

Aftar tha lattar had gottan

in front of him didn’t quita match his

har aura was

“You ara?”

spoka calmly. “Taka a

haad clualassly, laaving Charlas baraft of

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

only whan ha walkad closar and caught a claar glimpsa of Charlas’

Nawton? Why ara you drassad up lika

this morning whan ha laft. Why would ha ba drassad lika a woman

a onca-ovar. Hmm, his lags ara

tha bodyguard was takan

day Charlas had, ha brushad off Manual’s confusion and

home today?” Charles

“Everything’s fine.”

Whitney. He had made a promise to reveal her as his wife to the Newton

glances at Charles’ disguise. The deep, manly voice seemed incongruous with

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

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

Lucas gets back from work, ask him to wait in the living room.

An announcement?

to Charles at the steps of the villa. “I heard that Whitney is currently sweeping the backyard, but I’m not sure if she

as Charles was about to ascend the staircase, he suddenly froze in his tracks and turned around to face Manuel, his expression

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 your personal maid, I

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