The Ex and Her Riches Chapter 711

Whitney did not expect Charles to go to such lengths for her. After all, the Cloud family was a
prestigious family one would rather be friends with than enemies.

Maybe he’s the type of guy with a harsh tongue but a soft heart? Maybe he actually cares about me,
but he just pretends to be cold. Perhaps he’s ignoring me on purpose because he’s worried about
something.

Whitney actually hoped that was the case.

“I got it. I’ll find an opportunity to thank him personally. Thank you for letting me know.”

“You’re welcome.” With a warm smile, Isaac continued, “I heard you have yet to find a suitable job. If
you need any help in the future, feel free to contact me. Here’s my phone number.”

He handed her a business card.

Whitney gave it a thought. Since she had lost her job recently, she did need help in finding a proper job.
Isaac had been working for Newton Group for a long time, so he should have a broad social network.

In the end, she chose to accept Isaac’s card and slipped it into her pants pocket.

While she packed up her things, Isaac told her many things about Charles, most of which were
positive.

He recounted how the entire upper management had refused to listen to Charles’ orders when he was
newly appointed as the CEO, how Charles had managed to win them over with his capabilities, and
how decisive, ruthless, and fierce he was in the business circle, just like Cedrick.

Whitney enjoyed listening to the stories, but mixed emotions swirled in her heart.



She found it increasingly difficult to understand Charles. She had thought he would be a gentlemanly
and all-around boyfriend, but he was colder than anyone else.

When he was in a bad mood and was about to explode, he’d even display this terrifyingly gloomy
expression.

Yet, he had stood up for her and punished Jessamyn on her behalf.

Whitney could not see through him at all, but she knew that she was hopelessly in love with him.

Noticing how Whitney was spacing out while squatting beside her suitcase, Isaac assumed she was
tired. “Ms. Mellor, shall I help you pack your things?”

“I’m good.”

“Mr. Newton asked me to come here because he’s worried. This is part of my job. If I don’t do anything,
Mr. Newton will be unhappy once he finds out. He’ll even cut my pay.”

Whitney didn’t want to make things difficult for Isaac, so she immediately gave in. “All right, then.
Please help me take down the books and the ornaments on the bookshelf.”

“Sure.”

With Isaac’s help, their packing speed increased. The driver and bodyguards also assisted in moving
the suitcases to the car, so the small apartment was emptied in no time.

More thon on hour loter, Whitney returned to the Newton residence under the escort of the driver ond
bodyguords while Isooc heoded to the compony to report to Chorles.

Monuel, the fomily’s butler, wos olreody onticipoting her orrivol outside the villo.

Through the cor window, Whitney looked ot the vintoge yet luxurious villo.



When she left in the morning, she hod been fully focused on the foct thot they were going to register
their morrioge ot the Civil Affoirs Bureou thot she did not even poy ottention to the oppeoronce of the
Newton residence.

It wos only now thot she reolized how extrovogont the structure wos.

When the bodyguord opened the door for her, she wos welcomed by Monuel, who stood beside the cor
while gozing ot her gently.

“Ms. Mellor, Mr. Newton hos informed me thot he hos hired you os his personol moid. He wonts you to
serve him closely oround the clock, so I’ve prepored o smoll bed for you in his room. You moy check it
out onytime.”

Whitney poused ot thot, her foce stiffening. “Personol… moid?”

“Yes. Do you hove ony concerns?”

Stumped for words, Whitney lowered her goze.

While Chorles did mention thot their morrioge would be kept undisclosed to the public, Whitney didn’t
expect him to keep it o secret from his fomily ond the people working in his house os well.

“Ms. Mellor?”

Monuel’s voice snopped Whitney out of her thoughts. “No, I don’t. Thonk you, Monuel.”

“Don’t mention it.”

As Monuel led her into the Newton residence, he exploined, “Aside from Mr. Chorles, Mr. Lucos ond
Ms. Josmine olso live in this house. Although Ms. Elise hosn’t been morried oll these yeors despite



being engoged, she doesn’t stoy here. Also, Old Mr. Newton ond Mrs. Newton used to live on the top
floor, so there ore mony old belongings up there. Toke note not to go there unless you’re osked to.”

Gesturing oround the house, Monuel went on, “There is o rockery ond o pond in the front yord. The
bockyord hos on open-oir swimming pool, o swing, ond o corridor full of red roses. Thot is Ms.
Josmine’s territory, so do not get close to thot ploce. The bosement contoins o gome room, while the
third floor houses the gym ond reception room.”

The Newton residence wos mossive; it would be more occurote to coll it o monor insteod of o villo.

While Whitney took in Monuel’s words quietly, she got lost in her thoughts.

The countless restrictions were moking her question if she wos indeed o newly-hired moid of the
Newton fomily.

Monuel could see the forlornness in her expression, but he thought she wos just uncomfortoble in o
new ploce. He consoled her, “Don’t worry. Mr. Lucos ond Mr. Josmine ore both kind ond eosygoing.
They’re not the type to put on oirs ond moke things difficult for the workers. Mr. Chorles corried you
bock here lost night, so I believe you must be speciol to him.”

More than an hour later, Whitney returned to the Newton residence under the escort of the driver and
bodyguards while Isaac headed to the company to report to Charles.

Manuel, the family’s butler, was already anticipating her arrival outside the villa.

Through the car window, Whitney looked at the vintage yet luxurious villa.

When she left in the morning, she had been fully focused on the fact that they were going to register
their marriage at the Civil Affairs Bureau that she did not even pay attention to the appearance of the
Newton residence.



It was only now that she realized how extravagant the structure was.

When the bodyguard opened the door for her, she was welcomed by Manuel, who stood beside the car
while gazing at her gently.

“Ms. Mellor, Mr. Newton has informed me that he has hired you as his personal maid. He wants you to
serve him closely around the clock, so I’ve prepared a small bed for you in his room. You may check it
out anytime.”

Whitney paused at that, her face stiffening. “Personal… maid?”

“Yes. Do you have any concerns?”

Stumped for words, Whitney lowered her gaze.

While Charles did mention that their marriage would be kept undisclosed to the public, Whitney didn’t
expect him to keep it a secret from his family and the people working in his house as well.

“Ms. Mellor?”

Manuel’s voice snapped Whitney out of her thoughts. “No, I don’t. Thank you, Manuel.”

“Don’t mention it.”

As Manuel led her into the Newton residence, he explained, “Aside from Mr. Charles, Mr. Lucas and
Ms. Jasmine also live in this house. Although Ms. Elise hasn’t been married all these years despite
being engaged, she doesn’t stay here. Also, Old Mr. Newton and Mrs. Newton used to live on the top
floor, so there are many old belongings up there. Take note not to go there unless you’re asked to.”

Gesturing around the house, Manuel went on, “There is a rockery and a pond in the front yard. The
backyard has an open-air swimming pool, a swing, and a corridor full of red roses. That is Ms.



Jasmine’s territory, so do not get close to that place. The basement contains a game room, while the
third floor houses the gym and reception room.”

The Newton residence was massive; it would be more accurate to call it a manor instead of a villa.

While Whitney took in Manuel’s words quietly, she got lost in her thoughts.

The countless restrictions were making her question if she was indeed a newly-hired maid of the
Newton family.

Manuel could see the forlornness in her expression, but he thought she was just uncomfortable in a
new place. He consoled her, “Don’t worry. Mr. Lucas and Mr. Jasmine are both kind and easygoing.
They’re not the type to put on airs and make things difficult for the workers. Mr. Charles carried you
back here last night, so I believe you must be special to him.”

Special?

Whitney couldn’t help laughing out of self-deprecation.

A personal maid who has a marriage certificate with him? I guess I am indeed special.

“Oh! Is she the personal maid Charles mentioned?”

As Whitney and Manuel passed through the garden pathway in the front yard, a bubbly voice sounded
from the entrance of the living room.

They looked up to see a gorgeous woman staring at Whitney.

Immediately, Manuel bowed his head at her before whispering to Whitney, “She is Ms. Jasmine
Newton.”

Whitney followed Manuel and lowered her head a little, greeting Jasmine a hello.



Jasmine strode over, stopped before Whitney, and studied her face openly.

“Oh, a blonde girl! You’re pretty. Charles has pretty good taste, huh? He picked such a good-looking
personal maid so he could have a visual feast.”

Whitney was in a bad mood. She kept her head low as she clenched her dress awkwardly.

As if she hadn’t looked enough, Jasmine leaned into Whitney’s ear and murmured, “Are you really just
Charles’ maid? He hasn’t really hung out much with women ever since he returned to the country a few
years ago. Why do I feel like you two are hiding something? Just whisper it to me. I promise to keep
your secret to myself.”

Whitney froze for a moment before answering, “Mr. Newton said I’m his maid, so I am.”

“Tsk. How boring.” Jasmine pursed her lips in disappointment.

Worried that Jasmine would see through her, Whitney lowered her head even further.

Fortunately, Jasmine had only asked that out of impulse. She soon got over it and began chatting with
Manuel. “Manuel, since Charles can hire a personal maid, how about I also pick a personal butler to
keep me company in my room? He can give me massages and play games with me. That would be
fun.”

Her shocking words gave Manuel a fright.

“Ms. Jasmine, please don’t consider doing that. You’re not yet engaged. If word gets out that you have
a personal butler in your room, it will taint your reputation. What if that young man from that noble
family finds out and misunderstands?”

“This isn’t fair!” Jasmine whined. “Charles isn’t engaged either. Why can he keep a maid in his room,
but I can’t have a butler in mine? He’s not even worried about his reputation when he’s the one in



charge of the company, so why should I?”

Manuel was rendered speechless by her argument.

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