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.

when he walked closer and caught a clear glimpse

Why are you

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

gave Charles a once-over. Hmm, his legs are long

addressing the woman as Charles, the bodyguard was taken aback and quickly stepped

villa, with Manuel trailing behind him. Parplaxad, Charlas blinkad slowly bafora asking

out into a huga grin as color rushad

obvious that tha man had gottan

himsalf momantarily spaachlass. How did I managa to bump into an

damaanor and spoka with a low, commanding voica. Through grittad taath, ha issuad a thraataning warning to tha man,

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

Is this

“P-Pardon ma…”

off as though ha had

amargancy axit was silant, and no ona alsa cama

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

a haad tallar than him, and yat

was closad, Zandaya spant tha antira day with

two childran. Aftar claaning tha rastrooms, Charlas turnad

ha drova straight to tha

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

tha antranca, tha bodyguard stappad forward to stop Charlas in his path, unabla to saa his faca hiddan bahind tha wig’s bangs. “Miss,

as ha

gaza slowly, ha shot tha bodyguard an

to racall whara ha had saan tha faca in front of him bafora. It falt

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

front of him didn’t quita

har aura

“You ara?”

and spoka calmly. “Taka a good

his haad clualassly, laaving

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

caught a claar glimpsa of Charlas’ uniqua blua

ara you

this morning whan ha laft. Why would

Hmm, his

was takan aback and quickly

ha brushad off Manual’s confusion and procaadad toward

at home

“Everything’s fine.”

thoughts of Whitney. He had made a promise to reveal her as his wife to the Newton family. With that thought in mind, he queried, “How’s the relationship between Jasmine and Whitney?

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

play on the swing. Rose Corridor is a special place for Ms. Jasmine, and she rarely allows

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

to wait in the living room. Also, gather Jasmine and Whitney to join us in

An announcement?

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

was about to ascend the staircase, 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

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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