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.

face when she noticed the man approaching from his car. “I knew

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 time on me and bully

sentence, his gaze

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

not deny the first part of

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

with her freshly done nails from that afternoon, a smug expression adorning

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

her the order to win Charles over, for it would be a

a sight for sore eyes if

Jessamyn remained oblivious to Charles’ efforts to suppress his

that he would be unable to contain

old self, Charles wouldn’t have bothered

Bring me to

Charles walked past Jessamyn without further acknowledgment and made his way

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

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

couple of minutes later, Jessamyn led him to a

lifted his head, he saw the words printed on the door—surveillance

you’d take me to Whitney?

fun with 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

not make

informed the person in charge of the surveillance room, anyway.

his gaze and

had already projected the real-time footage from Whitney’s private room onto the high-definition computer

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

scene lasted for two

far, everything seemed rather

making a living with her capabilities. Which part about

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

“Why are you so impatient? Singing and dancing won’t be enough to satisfy a woman like her. Who knows? There might be more

was grim, and the emotion in

the microphone as

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