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.

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

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

the last sentence, his gaze and tone turned icy, revealing his deep

I just so happened to see Whitney in there. You should be thanking me for helping you see

not deny the first

don’t like you, right? Then again, that doesn’t mean I won’t like you in the future after

with her freshly done nails from that afternoon, a smug

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 choose what she deemed as an inferior and foolish woman over

win Charles over, for it

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

her self-centered thoughts, 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

have bothered to treat insolent women with any semblance

Bring me to

Jessamyn without further acknowledgment and made his way into

walked beside him. “You rarely go to places

an icy gaze, he continued on his path, unaffected

of minutes later, Jessamyn led him

his head, he saw the words printed on the

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

having 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 to show you how

did not

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

and

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 seemingly singing on

lasted for

everything seemed rather

a few songs. She’s making a living with her capabilities. Which part about it is despicable?” the

he doesn’t seem to care about Whitney that much. Well, it makes sense. After all, no successful man would like their future wife to come to a place like that to perform for other men. Looks like Charles

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

look on Charles’ face was grim, and the emotion

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

glass and staggered over to Whitney, wanting to get close