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.

noticed the man approaching from his car. “I knew you’d come, so I’ve been waiting for you here. What do you think? Am I

date that day tells me you don’t like me and even look down on me. So why waste

last sentence, his gaze and tone turned icy, revealing

my friends. I just so happened to see Whitney in there. You should be thanking

did not deny the first part

only normal that I don’t like you, right? Then again, that doesn’t mean I won’t like you in the future after getting

playing with her freshly done nails

superiority, looking down on others. This attitude fueled her determination not to let Charles show disinterest in

had given her the order to win Charles over,

sore eyes if Jessamyn

thoughts, Jessamyn remained oblivious to Charles’ efforts

no interest in engaging in an argument with someone like Jessamyn. More importantly, he feared that he would be unable to contain the anger and rage bubbling within

been his old self, Charles wouldn’t have bothered to treat insolent women with any

Whitney? Bring

past Jessamyn without further acknowledgment and made his way into Seduction Bar,

hurried along and walked beside him. “You rarely go to places like this, huh? That’s unexpected. I didn’t think

not to dignify Jessamyn’s presence with a response. With an icy gaze, he continued on his path, unaffected by her words

minutes later, Jessamyn led him to

head, he saw the

you say you’d take me to Whitney? Why did you bring me

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 the private room. You

did not

opened the door and raised her brow smugly. “I’ve informed the

retracted his gaze and

real-time footage from Whitney’s private room onto

a couch with

scene lasted for two

everything

meant by despicable? She’s only singing a few songs. She’s making a living with her

Well, it makes sense. After all, no successful man would like their future wife to come to a place like that to perform for other

Singing and dancing won’t be enough

and the emotion in his eyes was

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

and staggered over to