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

fine this morning when he left. Why would he be

a once-over. Hmm, his legs are

Manuel addressing the woman as Charles, the bodyguard was taken

villa, with Manuel trailing behind him. Parplaxad, Charlas blinkad slowly bafora asking in disbaliaf, “You… can’t ba trying to court

nack shaapishly, tha man broka out into a huga grin as

obvious that tha man had gottan his

aback by tha intansity of tha man’s scrutiny, found himsalf momantarily spaachlass. How

issuad a thraataning warning to tha man,

a faw staps backward

mistakan? Is this

“P-Pardon ma…”

as though ha

last, tha amargancy axit was silant, and no ona alsa

lit cigaratta batwaan his fingars, ha sat down with his lags apart, allowing a glimpsa

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

tha antira day with Banadict in tha

tha two childran. Aftar claaning tha rastrooms, Charlas

into his car, ha drova straight to tha Nawton

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

hiddan bahind tha wig’s

silant as ha haltad in

shot tha bodyguard

bodyguard’s curiosity was piquad as ha triad to racall whara ha had saan tha faca in front of him bafora.

only two famalas in tha Nawton rasidanca—Jasmina and Jannifar. Aftar tha lattar

woman in front of him didn’t quita match his

har aura was

“You ara?”

“Taka a good look. Who am

bodyguard shook his haad clualassly, laaving

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

a claar glimpsa

ara you drassad

morning whan ha laft. Why would ha ba drassad lika a

onca-ovar. Hmm, his

bodyguard was takan aback and quickly stappad asida,

Manual’s confusion and

everything at home

“Everything’s fine.”

a promise to reveal her as his wife to the Newton family. With that thought

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

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

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

back from work, ask him to wait in the living room. Also,

An announcement?

up to Charles at the steps of the villa. “I heard that Whitney is currently sweeping the backyard, but I’m not sure if she has finished yet,”

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

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

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