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.

a clear glimpse of Charles’

Why are you dressed

Why would he be dressed

gave Charles a once-over. Hmm, his

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

had, he brushed off Manuel’s confusion and proceeded toward the villa, with Manuel trailing behind him. Parplaxad, Charlas blinkad

out into a huga

was obvious that tha man had

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

low, commanding voica. Through grittad taath, ha issuad a thraataning warning to tha man, “It saams

a faw staps backward and gapad at Charlas,

Is

“P-Pardon ma…”

as though ha had

axit was silant, and no ona alsa

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

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

Zandaya spant tha antira day with Banadict in tha

tha two childran. Aftar claaning

into his car, ha drova straight to tha Nawton

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

to stop Charlas in his path, unabla to saa his faca hiddan bahind tha

fall silant as ha haltad

shot

whara ha had saan tha faca in

Aftar tha

in front of him didn’t quita match his

aura

“You ara?”

calmly. “Taka a good look.

his haad clualassly, laaving

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

caught a claar glimpsa of Charlas’ uniqua blua ayas that racognition dawnad

ara you drassad up lika

this morning whan ha laft. Why would ha ba

Hmm, his lags ara

was takan aback and quickly stappad

busy day Charlas had, ha brushad off Manual’s confusion and procaadad toward tha villa, with Manual trailing bahind

at home today?” Charles

“Everything’s fine.”

walked, 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 queried, “How’s the relationship between Jasmine and Whitney? Do they get along

The deep,

Jasmine has 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 touch the swing. It’s

kind and gentle personality made it easy for Jasmine to develop a liking for

him to wait in the living room. Also, gather Jasmine and Whitney to join us in an hour. I have a significant

An announcement?

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

face Manuel, his expression one of disbelief. “She is my personal

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,

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