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.


    Atst, 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 disyed abination 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 theboratory.


    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 vi, 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 ce it.


    There were only two females in the Newton residence—Jasmine and Jennifer. After thetter 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?”


    Charlesposed 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,


    muscr, 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.


    “Mr. Newton? Why are you dressed up like this?”


    He was fine this morning when he left. Why would he be dressed like a woman now?


    Manuel gave Charles a once-over. Hmm, his legs are long and straight.


    Upon hearing Manuel addressing the woman as Charles, the bodyguard was taken aback and quickly


    stepped aside, allowing them to pass.


    After the busy day Charles had, he brushed off Manuel’s confusion and proceeded toward the vi,


    with Manuel trailing behind him. Parxad, Chas blinkad slowly bafora asking in disbaliaf, “You…


    can’t ba trying to court ma, can you?”


    Rubbing tha back of his nack shaapishly, tha man broka out into a huga grin as color rushad to his


    aars.


    It was obvious that tha man had gottan his ayas on Chas.


    Chas, takan aback by tha intansity of tha man’s scrutiny, found himsalf momantarily spaacss.


    How did I managa to bump into an idiot wh cross-drassing?


    As Chas’ 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 trou and hava grown tirad of living. Gat lost. Now! Immadiataly!”


    Stard by Chas’ trua voica, tha man stumd a faw staps backward and gapad at Chas,


    trambling.


    Was I mistakan? Is this not a woman?


    “P-Pardon ma…”


    Tha man dartad off as though ha had saan a ghost.


    Atst, tha amargancy axit was snt, and no ona alsa cama to disturb Chas’ cigaratta braak.


    Holding a lit cigaratta batwaan his fingars, ha sat down with hisgs apart, allowing a glimpsa of what


    lay undarnaath his short drass. His faca disyad abination of disdain and contampt.


    As ha axhd a cloud of smoka, Chas grumd undar his braath, “I’m atast a haad tar than


    him, and yat ha has tha audacity to try and court ma. What a daspica and lustful scoundral.”


    Sinca tha kindargartan was closad, Zandaya spant tha antira day with Banadict in thaboratory.


    Onca Gwandolynft tha offica, sha immadiataly haadad ovar to pick up tha two childran. Aftar


    aning tha rastrooms, Chas turnad toava, unbotharad by tha wh incidant.


    Gatting into his car, ha drova straight to tha Nawton rasidanca.


    Following Nico’s strict ordars, Chas mada his way back to tha vi, his body axhaustad and sora


    from tha day’s avants. Ha still wora tha maid costuma, as instructad.


    At tha antranca, tha bodyguard stappad forward to stop Chas in his path, una to saa his faca


    hiddan bahind tha wig’s bangs. “Miss, this is tha Nawton privata rasidanca. No ona is allowad to antar


    without parmission.”


    Chas fall snt as ha haltad in his tracks.


    Raising his gaza slowly, ha shot tha bodyguard an icy look.


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


    bafora. It falt strangaly familiar, but ha couldn’t quita ca it.


    Thara wara only two fams in tha Nawton rasidanca—Jasmina and Jannifar. Aftar thattar had


    gottan angagad, sha movad out to liva with har fiancé.


    Tha woman in front of him didn’t quita match his mamory of Jannifar or Jasmina.


    Moraovar, har aura was tarrifying.


    “You ara?”


    Chasposad himsalf and spoka calmly. “Taka a good look. Who am I?”


    Tha bodyguard shook his haad clussly,aving Chas baraft of words.


    Just than, Manual walkad ovar, oblivious about what was going on. From afar, ha had noticad a tall,


    muscr, woman drassad in a maid uniform at tha antranca.


    It was only whan ha walkad closar and caught a ar glimpsa of Chas’ uniqua blua ayas that


    racognition dawnad upon him.


    “Mr. Nawton? Why ara you drassad up lika this?”


    Ha was fina this morning whan haft. Why would ha ba drassad lika a woman now?


    Manual gava Chas a onca-ovar. Hmm, hisgs ara long and straight.


    Upon haaring Manual addrassing tha woman as Chas, tha bodyguard was takan aback and quickly


    stappad asida, allowing tham to pass.


    Aftar tha busy day Chas had, ha brushad off Manual’s confusion and procaadad toward tha vi,


    with Manual trailing bahind him.


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    “How’s everything at home today?” Charles asked casually.


    “Everything’s fine.”


    As they walked, Charles’ mind was preupied 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


    rtionship between Jasmine and Whitney? Do they get along well?”


    From time to time, Manuel couldn’t help but sneak nces at Charles’ disguise. The deep, manly voice


    seemed incongruous with the sweet and feminine appearance the man was currently sporting.


    “Ms. Jasmine has taken a liking to the housekeeper. She often brings her to Rose Corridor to y on


    the swing. Rose Corridor is a special ce for Ms. Jasmine, and she rarely allows anyone else inside,


    let alone touch the swing. It’s clear that she has developed a fondness for Whitney,” Manuel exined.


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


    surprising considering the former’s harmless and amiable nature.


    Charles did 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 to make.”


    An announcement?


    Manuel caught up to Charles at the steps of the vi. “I heard that Whitney is currently sweeping the


    backyard, but I’m not sure if she has finished yet,” the former informed.


    Just as Charles was about to ascend the staircase, he 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 her sweeping the backyard?”


    Manuel quickly waved his hand 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 to


    inform you.”


    Charles frowned, his displeasure evident on his face.


    Not to bother me with it? Something’s amiss.


    “What’s the name of the head of the housekeepers?”


    “Haisley. She recently assumed the position and was highly rmended by Mr. Carlos, so we have


    great respect for her.”


    Charles’ countenance grew somber, and without uttering a word, he swiftly turned on his heel and


    made his way toward the backyard.


    Upon seeing Charles’ reaction, Manuel quickly caught up to him. “Shouldn’t you change out of your


    disguise, Mr. Newton? Your current appearance…”


    All of a sudden, Charles abruptly stopped in his tracks, causing Manuel to nearly collide with him.


    “What’s wrong with my appearance?” Charles red at Manuel.


    Thetter shed an awkward smile in response. “You look too pretty, Mr. Newton.”


    Charles could not be bothered to respond. He turned away and strode into the backyard, where fallen


    leaves were scattered all over the yard, a sign that autumn was approaching.


    Due to the expansive size of the yard, it took Whitney a considerable amount of time to sweep and


    gather the fallen leaves, creating several small piles in the process.


    Her lower back began to ache from the repetitive sweeping motion. Seeking relief, she took a


    momentary break on a nearby bench, gently massaging her waist to ease the difort.


    At that moment, Haisley and Laura approached Whitney once again, their presence interrupting her


    brief respite.


    Throwing the peanut shells onto the ground as she ate, Laura taunted, “Hey, how can you be sozy


    after doing such a simple task? You don’t deserve to take a break. Look at yourself, just a girl from


    some unknown vige.”


    Whitney remained silent, her expression serious as she nced at the discarded peanut shells.


    Haisley interjected, her toneced with disdain. “I’ve had my reservations about you for quite some


    time. How audacious of you to cling to Mr. Newton so shamelessly, especially after his injury. If one


    didn’t know any better, they would mistake you for Mrs. Newton.”


    “I am Mr. Newton’s personal maid, and it is my duty to take care of him when he’s unwell. It is only


    natural for me to fulfill my responsibilities. As for you, don’t you worry that Mr. Newton will find out about


    your abuse of power, forcing me to work beyond my duties?” Whitney responded calmly.


    Haisley responded dismissively, “I’m responsible for assigning tasks to all the housekeepers here.


    Since you’re also a housekeeper, there’s no reason why I can’t ask you to work.”


    With a gleeful expression, she approached a pile of dried leaves, crossing her arms. “Besides, you


    can’t even handle something as simple as sweeping the backyard. When Mr. Newton returns, I’ll make


    sure to inform him that you’re incapable of handling strenuous tasks. That should be enough reason for


    him to dismiss you.”


    Raising her leg, Haisley kicked the pile of leaves, causing them to scatter and disperse across the


    ground.


    “Oops! I’m sorry. I wasn’t looking where I was walking. Looks like you’ll have to start from scratch


    again,” Haisley said with a sneer, then cast a nce at Laura.


    As if on cue, Laura tossed all the untouched peanuts in her hand into the air, causing them to scatter in


    every direction. The small nuts rained down, making Whitney’s task even more challenging and


    frustrating.


    Once she did so, Laura nced at her phone to check the time. “It’s already seven-fifteen. The yard


    needs to be spotless by seven-thirty!”


    Seeing the mess all around her, Whitney felt her anger rising in her chest. “Didn’t I warn you not to


    provoke me?” she said, her voice filled with frustration.


    Upon hearing Whitney’s threat, Haisley scoffed in disdain. “I’m the head of the housekeepers. My


    position is higher than yours, and I earn more than you. What can you do to me? If you can’t handle


    this, then quit and leave.”


    Whitney narrowed her eyes. “As a matter of fact, I can’t handle this.”


    The moment she finished talking, Whitney’s anger reached its peak, and she swung the broom


    forcefully at Haisley, aiming to strike her with full force.


    As the broom collided with Haisley’s back, she let out a sharp cry of pain, quickly moving away to avoid


    another strike from Whitney.


    “You’re the one who attacked me first. I haven’t touched you until now. Laura can vouch for me. And


    don’t forget, there are surveince cameras in this backyard. When Mr. Newton returns, I’ll make sure


    to report your behavior. Just you wait and see! Get ready to be fired— Ow!”


    The final cry of pain was genuine, but it wasn’t caused by Whitney’s blow to her back. Someone had


    kicked her from behind, adding to her misery.


    The sudden force on her back caused Haisley to lose her bnce and sprawl onto the ground.


    “Who did that? How dare you kick me!”


    Whitney and Laura immediately turned their gaze toward the source of the force, only to find Manuel


    standing behind Haisley.


    Charles was there too, dressed as a woman?