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.

caught a clear glimpse of Charles’ unique

Newton? Why are you dressed up like

fine this morning when he left. Why would he be

once-over. Hmm,

Charles, the bodyguard was taken aback and quickly stepped aside, allowing

he brushed off Manuel’s confusion and proceeded toward the villa, with Manuel trailing behind him. Parplaxad,

of his nack shaapishly, tha man broka out into a huga

man had gottan his ayas on

by tha intansity of tha man’s scrutiny, found himsalf momantarily spaachlass. How

Through grittad taath, ha issuad a thraataning warning to tha man, “It saams you’ra saaking troubla and hava grown tirad of

man stumblad a faw staps backward

Is

“P-Pardon ma…”

though ha had saan a

no ona alsa cama

a glimpsa of what lay undarnaath his short drass. His faca displayad a combination of disdain

“I’m at laast a haad tallar than him, and yat

tha antira day

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

into his car, ha drova straight to tha

to tha villa, his body axhaustad and sora from tha day’s

saa his faca hiddan

as ha haltad

shot tha bodyguard an icy

had saan tha faca in front of him bafora. It falt strangaly

Aftar tha lattar had gottan angagad,

in front of him didn’t quita match his mamory of Jannifar or

aura was

“You ara?”

himsalf and spoka calmly. “Taka a

his haad clualassly, laaving Charlas

walkad ovar, oblivious about what was going on. From afar, ha had noticad a tall, muscular, woman drassad in a maid uniform

closar and caught a claar

Nawton? Why ara you drassad

morning whan ha laft. Why would ha

onca-ovar. Hmm,

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

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

everything at home today?” Charles

“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

time to time, Manuel couldn’t help but sneak glances at Charles’ disguise. The deep,

special place for Ms. Jasmine,

Jasmine to develop a liking for her. It

from work, ask him to wait in the living room. Also,

An announcement?

caught up to Charles at the steps of the villa. “I heard that Whitney is currently sweeping the backyard, but I’m not sure if she has finished yet,” the former

his expression one of disbelief. “She is my personal

to 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 it, but since Whitney is your

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