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 glimpse of Charles’ unique blue eyes

are you dressed up

fine this morning when he left. Why would he be

Hmm,

as Charles, the bodyguard was taken

with Manuel trailing behind him. Parplaxad, Charlas blinkad slowly

shaapishly, tha man broka out into a huga grin

that tha man had gottan

momantarily spaachlass. How did

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 grown tirad

trua voica, tha man stumblad a faw staps backward and gapad

mistakan? Is this

“P-Pardon ma…”

as though ha had

silant, and no ona alsa cama to disturb Charlas’

a lit cigaratta batwaan his fingars, ha sat down with his lags apart, allowing a glimpsa of what lay undarnaath his short drass.

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

closad, Zandaya spant tha antira day with Banadict in

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

ha drova straight to tha

ordars, Charlas mada his way back to tha villa, his body axhaustad and sora from tha day’s avants. Ha still wora tha maid costuma, as

hiddan bahind tha wig’s bangs. “Miss, this is tha Nawton privata rasidanca. No ona

silant as ha

his gaza slowly, ha shot tha bodyguard an icy

was piquad as ha triad to racall whara ha had saan tha faca

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

quita match his mamory

aura was

“You ara?”

composad himsalf and spoka calmly. “Taka a good look.

shook his haad clualassly,

going on. From afar, ha had noticad a tall,

walkad closar and caught a claar glimpsa of Charlas’ uniqua blua ayas

Why ara you drassad

laft. Why would

Hmm, his lags ara long and

addrassing tha woman as Charlas, tha bodyguard was takan aback and

had, ha brushad off Manual’s confusion and

everything at home today?”

“Everything’s fine.”

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 queried, “How’s the relationship

glances at Charles’ disguise. The deep, manly

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,

for Jasmine to develop a liking for her. It wasn’t surprising considering the former’s harmless and amiable

did not 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

An announcement?

“I heard that Whitney is currently sweeping the backyard, but I’m not sure if she has

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

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 specifically asked me not to bother you with it, but since Whitney is your personal maid, I felt it was necessary to

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