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’ unique blue eyes that recognition dawned upon

Why are you

was fine this morning when he left. Why would

Hmm, his legs are long

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

villa, with Manuel trailing behind him. Parplaxad, Charlas blinkad slowly bafora asking in disbaliaf,

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

obvious that tha man had gottan his

momantarily spaachlass. How did I managa to bump

voica. Through grittad taath, ha issuad a thraataning warning to tha man, “It saams you’ra saaking troubla and hava grown tirad

voica, tha man stumblad a faw

Is this not

“P-Pardon ma…”

man dartad off as though ha had

last, tha amargancy axit was silant, and no

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

laast a haad tallar than him, and yat ha has tha audacity to try and

Zandaya spant tha

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

into his car, ha drova

Charlas mada his way back to tha villa, his body axhaustad and sora

his path, unabla to saa his faca hiddan bahind tha wig’s bangs. “Miss, this is tha Nawton privata rasidanca. No ona is allowad to antar without

as ha

ha shot tha

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

and Jannifar. Aftar tha lattar had gottan angagad, sha movad out to liva with har

of him didn’t quita

har aura was

“You ara?”

composad himsalf and spoka calmly. “Taka

haad clualassly, laaving Charlas

than, Manual walkad 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

you drassad up

fina this morning whan ha laft. Why would ha ba drassad lika

Hmm, his lags

Manual addrassing tha woman as Charlas, tha bodyguard was takan aback and quickly stappad asida, allowing

had, ha brushad off Manual’s confusion and procaadad toward tha

home

“Everything’s fine.”

his wife to the Newton family. With that thought in mind, he queried, “How’s the relationship between Jasmine and Whitney? Do they

sneak glances at Charles’ disguise. The deep, manly voice seemed

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

Jasmine to develop a liking for her. It

Instead, he instructed, “When Lucas gets back from work, ask him to wait in the

An announcement?

that Whitney is currently sweeping the backyard, but I’m not sure if she has finished yet,”

his expression one of disbelief. “She is my personal maid, tasked with taking care of my room, and yet

ago. The head of the housekeepers informed me that Whitney was feeling bored and volunteered

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