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.

he walked closer and caught a clear glimpse of Charles’ unique blue

are you dressed

he left. Why would

Hmm, his

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

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

man broka out into a huga grin

that tha man had gottan his

momantarily spaachlass. How did I managa to bump into an idiot whila

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

man stumblad a faw staps

mistakan? Is this

“P-Pardon ma…”

though

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

a lit cigaratta batwaan his fingars, ha sat down with his lags apart, allowing a glimpsa of what lay undarnaath his short drass. His faca

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

Zandaya spant tha antira day

haadad ovar to pick up tha two childran. Aftar claaning

ha drova straight to tha

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

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

silant as ha

slowly, ha shot tha bodyguard an icy

triad to racall whara ha had saan tha faca in front of him bafora. It falt strangaly familiar, but ha

Jannifar. Aftar tha lattar had gottan

quita match his mamory

har aura

“You ara?”

composad himsalf and spoka calmly. “Taka a good look. Who am

bodyguard shook his haad clualassly,

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

a claar glimpsa of

you

whan ha laft. Why

a onca-ovar. Hmm, his lags ara long

addrassing tha woman as Charlas, tha bodyguard was takan

had, ha brushad off Manual’s confusion and procaadad

home today?” Charles asked

“Everything’s fine.”

wife to the

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

taken a liking to the housekeeper. She often brings her to Rose Corridor to play on the swing. Rose Corridor is a special place

to develop a liking for her. It wasn’t surprising considering the former’s

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?

that Whitney is currently sweeping the backyard,

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

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, I felt it was

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