The Ex and Her Riches

The sound of water flowing in the bathroom of the Newton residence abruptly ceased, replaced by tranquil silence that permeated the air.

Wearing a loose-fitting, dark grey bathrobe, Charles stepped out of the bathroom, his muscular arms half raised to dry his hair that was dripping wet.

His exquisite blue eyes looked relaxed, his nose was fine and straight, and his lips made him look even more charming when he smiled. With his facial features, he looked like a prince from a foreign land.

The glistening water droplets on his body added to the captivating allure he exuded, enhancing his already charismatic presence.

Every time after a shower, Charles had the habit of enveloping himself tightly in a bathrobe, rather than simply using a towel to cover the lower half of his body.

It was not that he had a poor figure. Rather, it was because of the indelible scars that remained from the beatings and torture he had endured in the past.

Charles held such disdain for his own body that he avoided looking at it whenever possible. He would ensure he was fully clothed before facing the mirror. Even then, he would only focus on his face, deliberately avoiding any glimpse of the rest of his physique.

Ring! Ring! Ring!

It was the sound of an incoming text.

Charles lowered his gaze casually. At first, he was not the slightest bit fazed by the text, but the keywords caught his attention.

It was from an unknown number, but the text contained Whitney’s name.

Immediately, he picked up the phone to read the text.

It read: I heard you’re going out on a date with Whitney tomorrow, but do you really know that woman? She doesn’t deserve you. Come to Seduction Bar. I’ll show you how despicable she can be.

A frown creased Charles’ forehead as his expression darkened.

The tone of the text sounded familiar.

Jessamyn’s the only person who knows I took Whitney away from the restaurant during the day. Seduction Bar’s a place where wealthy people have fun. Why would Whitney be there?

Realizing things were not as simple as they seemed, Charles entered the walk-in closet, quickly changed into something appropriate, and drove to Seduction Bar.

When he reached the bar’s entrance, he spotted a slender figure standing under the neon lights.

It was Jessamyn.

approaching from his car. “I knew you’d

that day tells me you don’t like me

his gaze and

fun with my friends. I just so happened

the first part of

you a few times. It’s only normal that I don’t like you, right? Then again,

crossed her arms, playing with her freshly done nails from

This attitude fueled her determination not to let Charles

order to win Charles over, for it would

was undeniably good-looking. His looks alone would be a sight for sore eyes if Jessamyn were to spend her

remained oblivious

an argument with someone like Jessamyn. More importantly, he feared that he would be unable to contain the anger and rage bubbling

he been his old self, Charles wouldn’t have bothered to treat

Bring me

past Jessamyn without further acknowledgment and

that, Jessamyn quickly hurried along and walked beside him. “You rarely go to places like this,

a response. With an icy gaze, he continued on his path, unaffected by her words or

of minutes later, Jessamyn led him

saw the words printed on the door—surveillance

you’d take me to Whitney? Why did

you to the private room. Anyway, I just wanted to show you how despicable of a woman she is. There’s a surveillance camera in

not

and raised her brow smugly. “I’ve informed the person in charge of the

and

charge had already projected the real-time footage from Whitney’s private room

sitting on a couch with Whitney seemingly singing on the small stage in front of

scene lasted for

everything seemed rather

songs. She’s making a living with her capabilities. Which part about it is

makes sense. After all, no successful man would

and dancing won’t be enough to satisfy a woman like her. Who knows? There might be more

grim, and the emotion in his

were talking, Whitney put down the microphone as if she had finished singing

glass and staggered over to Whitney, wanting to get close and wrap