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.

smug smile formed on her face when she noticed the man approaching from his car. “I knew you’d come, so I’ve been waiting for you here. What

he confronted her, saying, “Jessamyn, your attitude during the date that day tells me you don’t like me and even look down on me. So why waste your

uttered the last sentence, his gaze and tone turned icy, revealing his

I bullied her?” Jessamyn rolled her eyes arrogantly. “I’m here to have fun with my friends. I just so happened

not deny the first part

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

nails from that afternoon, a smug expression adorning

Jessamyn had always held a sense of superiority, looking down on others. This attitude fueled her determination not to let

to win Charles over, for it would be a great help to

be a sight for sore eyes if Jessamyn were to spend her days

her self-centered thoughts, Jessamyn remained oblivious

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

bothered to

Bring me

further

“You rarely go to places like this, huh? That’s

response. With an icy gaze, he continued

later, Jessamyn led him to

he saw the words printed on the door—surveillance

me to Whitney? Why did you bring me

the big shots in the private room now. We’ll be ruining their fun if I take 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 make

informed

his gaze and

the real-time footage from Whitney’s private room

six men sitting on a couch with Whitney seemingly singing on the small stage in

lasted for two

far, everything seemed

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

would like their future wife to come to a place like that to perform

screen and said unperturbedly, “Why are you so impatient? Singing and dancing won’t be enough to satisfy a

look on Charles’ face was grim, and the emotion in his eyes

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

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