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.

knew you’d come, so I’ve been waiting for you here. What do

eyed the woman coldly as 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 a simple

he uttered the last sentence, his gaze and tone

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

the first part of Charles’

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

done nails from

determination not to let

order to win Charles over, for it

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

Jessamyn remained oblivious to Charles’ efforts to suppress his growing

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 his heart if he allowed himself to

wouldn’t have bothered

Bring me to

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

him. “You rarely go to places like this, huh? That’s unexpected. I didn’t

Jessamyn’s presence with a response. With an icy

minutes later, Jessamyn led

saw the words printed on the door—surveillance

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

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

not make any

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

retracted his gaze and slowly entered

footage from Whitney’s private room onto the high-definition

a couch with Whitney seemingly singing on the small

scene lasted for two

far, everything seemed rather

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

tone, he doesn’t seem to care about Whitney that much. Well, it makes sense. After all, no successful man would like

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

Charles’ face was grim, and the emotion in his

the microphone as if

man held up a wine glass and staggered over to