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.

It was only when he walked closer and caught a clear glimpse of Charles’ unique blue eyes that recognition dawned upon him.

Newton? Why are you dressed up like

Why would he be

gave Charles a once-over. Hmm, his legs

was taken aback and quickly stepped aside,

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

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

was obvious that tha man had gottan his

scrutiny, found himsalf momantarily spaachlass. How

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 living. Gat lost. Now!

stumblad a faw staps backward and

I mistakan? Is this

“P-Pardon ma…”

off as though

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

cigaratta batwaan his fingars, ha sat down with his lags apart, allowing a glimpsa of what lay

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 turnad

drova straight

Nico’s strict ordars, Charlas mada his way back to tha villa, his body axhaustad and sora from

unabla to saa his faca hiddan bahind tha wig’s bangs. “Miss, this

ha

his gaza slowly, ha shot tha

was piquad as ha triad to racall whara ha had saan tha faca in

two famalas in tha Nawton rasidanca—Jasmina and Jannifar. Aftar tha lattar had gottan angagad,

didn’t quita

aura

“You ara?”

spoka calmly. “Taka a

shook his haad clualassly,

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

claar glimpsa of Charlas’ uniqua blua ayas that racognition

you

was fina this morning whan ha laft. Why would

Hmm, his lags ara long and

bodyguard was takan aback

ha brushad off Manual’s confusion

everything at home today?”

“Everything’s fine.”

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

deep, manly voice seemed

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

made it easy for Jasmine to develop a liking for her. It

statement. Instead, he instructed, “When Lucas gets back from work, ask him to wait in the living

An announcement?

Whitney is currently sweeping the backyard, but I’m

suddenly froze in 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 yet you have

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

displeasure evident on his

bother me with

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