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 waiting for you here. What do you think? Am I

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

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

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

deny the first

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

with her freshly done 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 show disinterest in her, nor would she permit him to

Charles over, for it would be a great help to the Cloud

sore eyes if Jessamyn

thoughts, Jessamyn remained oblivious to Charles’ efforts to suppress

engaging in an argument with someone like Jessamyn. More importantly, he feared that he would be

been his old self, Charles wouldn’t have bothered

Whitney? Bring me

without further acknowledgment and made his way into Seduction

hurried along and walked beside him. “You rarely go to places like this, huh? That’s unexpected. I

presence with a response. With an icy gaze, he continued

minutes later, Jessamyn led him to

Charles lifted his head, he saw the words

say you’d take me to Whitney? Why

now. We’ll be ruining their fun if I take you to the private room. Anyway, I just wanted to show you

not make

that, Jessamyn opened the door and raised her brow smugly. “I’ve informed

gaze and slowly entered

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 of

lasted for

everything seemed

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

all, no successful man would like their future wife to come to a place like that to perform for other men. Looks like Charles will still

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

was grim, and

the microphone as if she

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