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

“Jessamyn, your attitude during the date that day tells me you don’t like me and even look

last sentence, his gaze and tone turned icy, revealing

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

not deny the first part

normal that I don’t like you, right? Then

nails from that afternoon, a smug

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

Charles over, for it would be a

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

Jessamyn remained oblivious to

feared that he would be unable

wouldn’t have bothered to treat insolent women with any semblance of gentlemanly

Whitney? Bring

the stern directive, Charles walked past Jessamyn without further acknowledgment

go to places like this, huh? That’s unexpected. I didn’t think

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

Jessamyn led

saw

me to Whitney? Why

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

not make any

“I’ve informed the person in charge of the surveillance room, anyway. This

retracted his gaze and

person in charge had already projected the real-time footage from Whitney’s private room onto the

the screen were six men sitting on a couch with Whitney

lasted

far, everything seemed rather

She’s making a living with

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

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

and the emotion in his

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

middle-aged man held up a wine glass and staggered over to Whitney, wanting