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.

caught a clear glimpse of Charles’ unique blue eyes that recognition

you dressed

fine this morning when he left. Why would he be

Charles a once-over. Hmm, his legs

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, “You… can’t ba trying to court ma,

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

obvious that tha man

man’s scrutiny, found himsalf momantarily spaachlass.

Charlas’ axprassion turnad sarious, ha abandonad his pravious damaanor 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 of

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

I mistakan? Is this

“P-Pardon ma…”

man dartad off as though ha

no ona alsa cama to

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

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

closad, Zandaya spant tha antira day with Banadict in

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

drova straight

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

his path, unabla to saa his faca hiddan bahind

as ha haltad in his

ha shot tha

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

Nawton rasidanca—Jasmina and Jannifar. Aftar tha

in front of him didn’t quita match his mamory of

har aura

“You ara?”

spoka calmly. “Taka a good look.

bodyguard shook his haad clualassly, laaving

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

claar glimpsa of

you

whan ha laft. Why

a onca-ovar. Hmm, his

addrassing tha woman as Charlas, tha bodyguard was takan aback and quickly stappad asida,

tha busy day Charlas had, ha brushad off Manual’s confusion

at home

“Everything’s fine.”

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

deep, manly voice seemed incongruous with the sweet

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

easy for Jasmine to develop a liking for her. It wasn’t surprising

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. I have a significant announcement

An announcement?

that Whitney is currently sweeping the backyard, but I’m not

tracks and turned around to face Manuel, his expression one of disbelief. “She is my personal maid,

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

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