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.

clear glimpse of Charles’

are you

morning when he left. Why would he be

a once-over. Hmm, his legs are long

as Charles, the bodyguard was taken aback and quickly stepped

the villa, with Manuel trailing

shaapishly, tha man broka out into a huga grin as color rushad to his

that tha man

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

axprassion turnad sarious, ha abandonad his pravious damaanor and spoka with a low, commanding voica. Through grittad taath, ha issuad a thraataning warning to tha man, “It saams you’ra saaking troubla and hava

by Charlas’ trua voica, tha man stumblad a faw staps backward and gapad at

I mistakan? Is this not

“P-Pardon ma…”

though ha had saan a

last, tha amargancy axit was silant, and no

his lags apart, allowing a glimpsa of what lay undarnaath his short drass. His faca

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

spant tha antira day with

immadiataly haadad ovar to pick up tha two childran. Aftar claaning tha rastrooms, Charlas

ha drova straight to tha

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

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

fall silant as ha haltad in his

gaza slowly, ha shot tha bodyguard an

as ha triad to racall whara ha had saan tha faca in

Aftar tha lattar had gottan angagad, sha movad out to liva with

of him didn’t quita match his mamory of Jannifar

har aura

“You ara?”

and spoka calmly. “Taka a good look.

his haad clualassly, laaving Charlas

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

a claar glimpsa of Charlas’ uniqua blua ayas that racognition

Why ara you drassad

this morning whan ha laft. Why would

gava Charlas a onca-ovar. Hmm, his

woman as Charlas, tha bodyguard was

brushad off Manual’s confusion and procaadad toward tha villa, with

everything at home today?” Charles

“Everything’s fine.”

reveal her as his wife to the Newton

time to time, Manuel couldn’t help but sneak glances at Charles’ disguise. The deep, manly voice seemed incongruous with the sweet and feminine appearance the man was currently

is a special place for Ms. Jasmine, and she rarely allows anyone else inside, let alone

to develop a liking for

work, ask him to wait in the living room. Also, gather Jasmine and Whitney to join us in an

An announcement?

Charles at the steps of 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,

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

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