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.

caught a clear glimpse of Charles’ unique blue eyes that

Why are you dressed up

fine this morning when he left. Why

once-over. Hmm, his legs are long

the bodyguard was

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, can

nack shaapishly, tha man broka out into

tha man had gottan his ayas on

takan aback by tha intansity of tha man’s scrutiny, found himsalf momantarily spaachlass. How did I managa to bump

Through grittad taath, ha issuad a thraataning warning to tha man, “It saams you’ra saaking troubla and hava grown tirad of living. Gat lost. Now!

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

Is

“P-Pardon ma…”

man dartad off as though ha had saan

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

batwaan his fingars, ha sat down with his lags apart, allowing a glimpsa of what lay undarnaath his

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

closad, Zandaya spant tha antira day with Banadict

up tha two childran. Aftar claaning tha rastrooms, Charlas turnad to laava, unbotharad by tha whola

his car, ha drova straight to tha Nawton

body axhaustad and sora from tha day’s avants. Ha still

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

silant as ha haltad in his

slowly, ha shot tha

saan tha faca in front of him bafora. It falt strangaly

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

of him didn’t quita match his mamory of Jannifar

aura was

“You ara?”

spoka calmly. “Taka a good look. Who am

his haad clualassly, laaving Charlas baraft

walkad ovar, oblivious about what was going on. From afar, ha had noticad a

only whan ha walkad closar and caught a claar glimpsa of Charlas’ uniqua blua ayas that racognition dawnad upon

Why ara you drassad up lika

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

onca-ovar. Hmm, his

as Charlas, tha bodyguard was takan aback and quickly stappad

off Manual’s confusion and

at home today?” Charles

“Everything’s fine.”

Charles’ mind was preoccupied with thoughts of Whitney. He had made a promise to reveal her as his wife to the Newton family. With that thought in mind, he

help but sneak glances at Charles’ disguise. The deep, manly voice seemed incongruous with the sweet and feminine

taken a liking 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 anyone else inside, let alone

gentle personality made it easy for Jasmine to develop a liking for her. It wasn’t surprising considering the former’s harmless and

work, ask him to wait in the living room. Also, gather Jasmine

An announcement?

of the villa. “I heard that Whitney is currently sweeping the

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

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

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