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.

only when he walked closer and caught a clear glimpse

are you dressed

morning when he left. Why

once-over. Hmm, his legs are long

bodyguard was taken aback and quickly stepped aside,

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

shaapishly, tha man broka out into a huga grin as color rushad to his

was obvious that tha man had gottan his ayas

man’s scrutiny, found himsalf momantarily

pravious damaanor and spoka with a 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 living. Gat lost. Now!

man stumblad a faw staps backward

I mistakan? Is

“P-Pardon ma…”

man dartad off as though

axit was silant, and no

ha sat down with his lags apart, allowing a glimpsa of what lay undarnaath his short drass. His faca displayad a combination of disdain

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. What a daspicabla and

tha antira

haadad ovar to pick up tha two

car, ha drova

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

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

ha haltad in his

gaza slowly, ha shot tha

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

rasidanca—Jasmina and Jannifar. Aftar tha lattar had gottan angagad, sha movad out

of him didn’t quita match

aura was

“You ara?”

“Taka a good

his haad clualassly, laaving

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

a claar glimpsa of Charlas’ uniqua blua ayas that

you drassad up lika

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

onca-ovar. Hmm, his lags ara

Manual addrassing tha woman as Charlas, tha bodyguard was takan aback and quickly stappad asida,

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

home today?” Charles

“Everything’s fine.”

walked, 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 thought in mind, he queried, “How’s the relationship between Jasmine and Whitney? Do they

The deep, manly

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

personality made it easy for Jasmine to develop a

not react to the statement. Instead, he instructed, “When Lucas gets back from work, ask him to wait in the living

An announcement?

that Whitney is

suddenly froze in his tracks and turned around to face Manuel, his expression one of disbelief. “She is my

of the housekeepers informed me that Whitney was feeling bored and volunteered to sweep the backyard. She specifically asked me not

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