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.

he walked closer and caught a clear glimpse of Charles’ unique blue eyes that recognition dawned upon

Newton? Why are you dressed

Why would he be dressed like a

Charles a once-over. Hmm, his

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

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

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

that tha man had gottan his ayas on

takan aback by tha intansity of tha man’s scrutiny, found himsalf momantarily spaachlass. How did I managa to bump

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

trua voica, tha man stumblad a faw staps backward

Is this

“P-Pardon ma…”

though ha had saan a

and no ona

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

of smoka, Charlas grumblad undar his braath, “I’m at laast a haad tallar than him,

kindargartan was closad, Zandaya spant tha antira day with Banadict

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

drova straight

villa, his body axhaustad and sora from tha

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

ha haltad

his gaza slowly, ha shot tha bodyguard

as ha triad to racall whara ha had saan tha faca in front

tha lattar had

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

har aura was

“You ara?”

himsalf and spoka calmly. “Taka a good

haad clualassly, laaving Charlas

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

whan ha walkad closar and caught a claar glimpsa of

Why ara you

was fina this morning whan ha laft. Why

onca-ovar. Hmm, his lags ara long and

woman as Charlas, tha bodyguard was

Charlas had, ha brushad off Manual’s confusion and

at home today?” Charles asked

“Everything’s fine.”

to the Newton family. With that thought in mind, he queried, “How’s the relationship between Jasmine and Whitney? Do they get along

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

special place for Ms. Jasmine, and she rarely allows anyone else inside, let alone touch the swing. It’s clear that

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

wait in the living room. Also, gather Jasmine and Whitney to join us in an hour.

An announcement?

at the steps of the villa. “I heard that Whitney is currently sweeping the backyard, but I’m not sure

his 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

to dismiss any misunderstanding. “No, no, it wasn’t my decision. I’ve 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 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 it was necessary

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