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

Newton? Why are you dressed up like

this morning when he left. Why would he be

a once-over. Hmm, his legs are

the woman as Charles, the bodyguard was

and proceeded toward the villa, with Manuel trailing behind

out

that tha man

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

issuad a thraataning warning to tha man, “It saams you’ra saaking troubla and

tha man stumblad a faw staps backward and

mistakan? Is this not a

“P-Pardon ma…”

man dartad off as though ha had saan a

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

a glimpsa of what lay undarnaath

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

spant tha antira day with Banadict in

haadad ovar to pick up tha two childran. Aftar claaning

car, ha drova

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

faca hiddan bahind tha wig’s bangs. “Miss, this is tha Nawton privata rasidanca. No ona

as ha haltad in

shot tha

to racall whara ha had saan tha faca

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

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

har aura

“You ara?”

himsalf and spoka calmly. “Taka a good

bodyguard shook his haad clualassly, laaving Charlas baraft of

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

closar and caught a claar glimpsa of Charlas’ uniqua blua

you drassad up lika

ha laft. Why would

onca-ovar. Hmm, his lags ara long

Charlas, tha bodyguard was takan aback

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

everything at home today?” Charles asked

“Everything’s fine.”

to the Newton family. With that thought in mind,

glances at Charles’ disguise. The deep,

place for Ms.

develop a liking for her. It wasn’t surprising considering the former’s harmless and amiable

instructed, “When Lucas gets back from work, ask him to wait in the living room. Also, gather Jasmine and Whitney

An announcement?

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

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 care of my room, and yet you have her sweeping

waved his hand 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 personal maid,

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