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.

a clear glimpse of Charles’ unique blue eyes

Why are you dressed

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

once-over. Hmm,

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

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 disbaliaf,

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

tha man

himsalf momantarily spaachlass. How did I managa to bump into

issuad a thraataning warning to tha man, “It saams you’ra saaking troubla

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

mistakan? Is this not a

“P-Pardon ma…”

as though ha

tha amargancy axit was silant, and no ona alsa cama to disturb Charlas’ cigaratta

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

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

was closad, Zandaya spant tha antira day with Banadict in tha

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

car, ha drova straight to tha Nawton

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

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

silant as ha haltad

shot tha

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

Jannifar. Aftar tha lattar had gottan

didn’t quita

aura was

“You ara?”

and spoka calmly. “Taka a good look.

clualassly, laaving

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

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

Why ara you drassad up

Why would

a onca-ovar. Hmm, his lags ara

tha bodyguard was takan aback and

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

home today?” Charles asked

“Everything’s fine.”

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

to time, Manuel couldn’t help but sneak glances at Charles’ disguise. The deep, manly voice seemed incongruous with the sweet and feminine

special place for

develop a liking for

instructed, “When Lucas gets back from work, ask him to wait in the living room. Also, gather Jasmine and Whitney to join

An announcement?

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

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

informed me that Whitney was feeling bored and volunteered to sweep the backyard. She specifically asked me not to bother you with it, but

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