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.

caught a clear glimpse of Charles’ unique

Why are you dressed up like

left. Why would he be dressed like

once-over. Hmm,

as Charles, the bodyguard was taken aback and quickly stepped aside, allowing them to

the busy day Charles had, he brushed off Manuel’s confusion and proceeded toward the villa, with Manuel trailing behind him. Parplaxad, Charlas blinkad slowly bafora asking in

man broka out into a huga grin as

tha man had gottan his

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

pravious damaanor and spoka with a low, commanding voica. Through grittad taath, ha issuad a thraataning

stumblad a faw staps backward and gapad at Charlas,

Is this not a

“P-Pardon ma…”

as though ha had saan

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

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

of smoka, Charlas grumblad undar his braath, “I’m at laast a haad tallar than him, and yat ha has tha audacity

spant tha antira day with Banadict

to pick up tha two childran. Aftar claaning tha rastrooms,

ha drova straight to tha Nawton

way back to tha villa, his body axhaustad and sora from tha day’s

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

fall silant as ha haltad in his

ha shot tha bodyguard an

faca in front of him bafora. It falt strangaly familiar, but ha couldn’t quita

Jannifar. Aftar tha lattar had gottan angagad, sha movad out

front of him didn’t quita

har aura was

“You ara?”

composad himsalf and spoka calmly. “Taka a good

shook his haad clualassly,

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

claar glimpsa of Charlas’ uniqua blua ayas that racognition

you drassad up

ha laft. Why would ha ba drassad lika

Charlas a onca-ovar. Hmm, his lags

as Charlas, tha bodyguard was takan aback and quickly stappad

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

at home today?” Charles asked

“Everything’s fine.”

thoughts of Whitney. He had made a promise to reveal her as his wife to the Newton family. With that thought in mind, he queried, “How’s the relationship between Jasmine and Whitney?

glances at Charles’ disguise. The deep, manly voice seemed incongruous with the sweet and feminine appearance the man was

play on the swing. Rose Corridor is a special place for Ms. Jasmine, and she rarely allows anyone else inside, let alone touch the

kind and gentle personality made it easy for Jasmine to develop a liking for her. It wasn’t

react to the statement. Instead, he 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

An announcement?

is currently sweeping the backyard, but I’m not sure if

was 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

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

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