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.

on her face when she noticed the man approaching from his car. “I knew you’d come, so I’ve been waiting for you here. What

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

last sentence, his gaze and

rolled her eyes arrogantly. “I’m here to have fun with my friends. I just

not deny the first

few times. It’s only normal that I don’t like you, right? Then again,

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

young 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,

order to win Charles over, for it would be a great help to

sight for sore eyes if Jessamyn were

oblivious to Charles’ efforts

importantly, he feared that he would be unable to

he been his old self, Charles wouldn’t have bothered to treat insolent women with any semblance of

Bring

Jessamyn without further

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

response. With an icy gaze, he continued on his path, unaffected by her

later, Jessamyn

his head, he saw the

me to Whitney? Why did you bring

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

not make

brow smugly. “I’ve informed the person in charge

retracted his gaze and slowly entered

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

men sitting on a couch with Whitney seemingly singing on

scene lasted for two

far, everything seemed

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

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

impatient? Singing and dancing won’t be

on Charles’ face was grim, and the

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

a disgusting middle-aged man held up a wine glass and staggered over