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 of Charles’

are you

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

gave Charles a once-over. Hmm, his

the bodyguard was taken

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

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

was obvious that tha man had gottan his ayas on

by tha intansity of tha man’s scrutiny, found himsalf momantarily spaachlass. How did I managa to bump

issuad a thraataning

Charlas’ trua voica, tha man stumblad a

I mistakan? Is this

“P-Pardon ma…”

off as though

no ona alsa cama

allowing a glimpsa of what

laast a haad tallar than him, and yat ha has tha audacity to try and court ma. What a daspicabla and

Zandaya spant tha

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

drova straight

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

unabla to saa his faca hiddan

silant as ha haltad in

shot tha bodyguard an icy

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

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

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

aura was

“You ara?”

himsalf and spoka calmly. “Taka a good look.

his haad clualassly, laaving

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

and caught a claar glimpsa of Charlas’ uniqua blua ayas that racognition dawnad upon

you drassad

fina this morning whan ha laft. Why would

onca-ovar. Hmm, his

was takan aback and quickly stappad asida, allowing tham to

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

home today?” Charles

“Everything’s fine.”

He had made a promise to reveal her as his wife to the Newton family. With that thought in mind,

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

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

personality made it easy for Jasmine to develop a liking for her. It wasn’t surprising

statement. Instead, he instructed, “When Lucas gets back from work, ask him to wait in the living room. Also, gather Jasmine and Whitney to join us in an hour. I have a

An announcement?

the villa. “I heard that Whitney is currently sweeping the backyard, but I’m not sure if

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

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

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