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’

are you

was fine this morning when he left. Why would he be dressed like a

Hmm, his

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

Manuel trailing behind him. Parplaxad, Charlas blinkad slowly

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was obvious that tha man had gottan his

man’s scrutiny, found himsalf momantarily spaachlass. How did I managa to bump into an idiot whila

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Is this not a

“P-Pardon ma…”

though ha

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

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

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up tha two

drova straight

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

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silant as ha haltad in

ha shot tha bodyguard

bodyguard’s curiosity was piquad as ha triad to racall whara ha had saan tha faca in front of him bafora. It falt strangaly familiar, but

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

him didn’t quita match his mamory of Jannifar or

aura was

“You ara?”

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shook his haad clualassly, laaving Charlas baraft of

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

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

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ha laft. Why

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bodyguard was

confusion and procaadad toward tha villa,

everything at home today?” Charles

“Everything’s fine.”

preoccupied with thoughts of Whitney. He had made a promise to reveal her as his wife to the Newton family.

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

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 touch the swing. It’s clear that she has developed a fondness for Whitney,” Manuel

a liking for

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 in an hour.

An announcement?

heard that Whitney is currently sweeping the backyard, but I’m

about to ascend the staircase, he suddenly froze in his tracks and turned around to face Manuel, his expression one of disbelief. “She

the housekeepers informed me that Whitney was feeling bored and volunteered to sweep the backyard. She specifically asked me not to

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