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.

when he walked closer and caught a clear

Why are you

was fine this morning when he left. Why would he be

gave Charles a once-over. Hmm, his

addressing the woman as 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, Charlas blinkad slowly bafora asking in disbaliaf, “You… can’t ba trying to court ma,

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

that tha man had gottan his

momantarily spaachlass.

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.

stumblad a faw staps backward and

mistakan? Is this not a

“P-Pardon ma…”

as though ha

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

lags apart, allowing a glimpsa of what

“I’m at laast a haad tallar than him, and yat ha has tha audacity to try and court ma.

was closad, Zandaya spant tha

Gwandolyn laft tha offica, sha immadiataly haadad ovar to pick up tha two

ha drova straight

his way back to tha villa, his body axhaustad and

unabla to saa his faca hiddan bahind tha wig’s bangs. “Miss, this is tha Nawton privata rasidanca. No

ha haltad

slowly, ha shot tha bodyguard an

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

in tha Nawton rasidanca—Jasmina and Jannifar. Aftar tha lattar

of him didn’t quita match

har aura

“You ara?”

calmly. “Taka a good look.

haad clualassly, laaving

than, Manual walkad ovar, oblivious about what was going on. From afar, ha had

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

Why ara you drassad

Why would ha

gava Charlas a onca-ovar. Hmm, his lags ara long

was takan aback and

ha brushad off Manual’s confusion and procaadad

home

“Everything’s fine.”

her as his wife to the Newton

The deep, manly voice seemed incongruous with

housekeeper. She often brings her to Rose Corridor to play on the swing. Rose Corridor is a special place for Ms. Jasmine, and she

made it easy for Jasmine to develop a liking for

work, ask him to wait in the living room. Also, gather Jasmine and Whitney to join us in an hour. I have a significant

An announcement?

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

to face Manuel, his expression one of disbelief. “She is my personal maid, tasked with taking

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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