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.

“I knew you’d come, so I’ve been

you don’t like me and even look down on me. So why waste your time on me and bully a simple girl like

he uttered the last sentence, his gaze

her eyes arrogantly. “I’m here to have fun with my friends. I just so happened to see Whitney in there.

the first part

only met you a few times. It’s 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 to know you

nails from that afternoon,

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

to win Charles over, for it would be a

undeniably good-looking. His looks alone would be a sight for sore eyes if Jessamyn

in her self-centered thoughts, Jessamyn remained oblivious to Charles’

be unable to contain the anger and rage

self, Charles wouldn’t have bothered to treat insolent women with

Bring me to

directive, Charles walked past Jessamyn without further acknowledgment and made his way into Seduction Bar, leaving

rarely go to places like this, huh? That’s unexpected.

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

of minutes later, Jessamyn led him to a

Charles lifted his head, he saw the words

you say you’d take me to

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

did not

Jessamyn opened the door and raised her brow smugly. “I’ve informed the person in charge of the surveillance room, anyway.

and slowly entered the

the real-time footage from Whitney’s private room onto

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

scene lasted

everything seemed rather

by despicable? She’s only singing a few songs. She’s making a living with her capabilities. Which part about it is despicable?”

Whitney that much. Well, it makes sense. After all, no successful man would like their future wife to come to

you so impatient? Singing and dancing won’t be enough to satisfy a woman like her. Who knows?

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

talking, Whitney put down the microphone as

the next second, a disgusting middle-aged man held up a wine glass and staggered over to Whitney, wanting to get close and wrap