The Ex and Her Riches

Chapter 704

Bewildered, Whitney stared at the document on the coffee table.

Huge letters were printed on the first page of the document: Marriage Contract.

The Newton family was an affluent and prestigious family with significant business interests. Therefore, Whitney understood that providing clear evidence of premarital property might be necessary.

With that in mind, she flipped through the pages.

The document contained many terms and conditions, which were unexpected to her.

The marriage contract would last for a year.

Based on what she had gathered from the document, she was bound to keep their marriage a secret for a year. Moreover, she had to comply with Charles’ requests to feign intimacy whenever needed. Privately, they would not interfere with each other.

Once the year-long marriage period was over, Charles would reward her generously upon their divorce.

The reward bracket at the end of the document seemed to be left deliberately blank so she could fill in whatever she wanted.

Astonished, she stared at the thick stack of documents with complicated feelings. No wonder Charles is treating me so coldly tonight. He had planned to use me from the beginning. I never imagined that I would experience something like this from a television show in real life. However, it doesn’t… make me feel happy.

Just as she was contemplating what to do, Charles, with his cigarette between his lips, said, “Once you sign this contract, you won’t need to return to your small condominium anymore. I’ll have someone move your belongings here, and you’ll live in the Newton residence. Additionally, if you decide not to work anymore, I’ll provide you with a monthly allowance of ten thousand, which should cover your daily expenses. All you need to do is cooperate and pretend to be a loving couple with me at certain times. As for the divorce settlement, it’s up to you to decide how much you want. Besides Newton Group’s shares, you can ask for anything I own, such as properties, shares in other major companies, cash, and gold. No matter the amount, I’ll give it to you.”

The smell of cigarettes filled the air. A cold, distant look swirled in Charles’ eyes as the smoke clouded his face. The tender expression he once wore was gone for good.

Whitney stared at him, tears welling in her eyes. I used to dream of a sweet romance with him, maybe even a marriage. But now, it seems like I was just being delusional. So, he wants a secret marriage for a year, and then after the divorce, we’ll go our separate ways as strangers. Is that it? Hah.

Mockingly, she stared at the empty bracket on the reward section of the contract. “If I write down you and your heart here, will you give them to me?”

Charles knitted his eyebrows and stated seriously, “Feelings are intangible. I can’t give them to you.”

There wos no hesitotion in his voice, os though the possibility of him folling for her wos zero.

Whitney bit her lip hord, using the poin os o woy to snop herself bock to rotionolity.

bock to him. “I’m sorry, Mr. Newton. I don’t plon to sign it. You con find someone

the edges of his lips curving upword. It wos os though he hod foreseen thot

Gloncing ot his wotch, he

got some money. I con

outskirts. There ore no toxis within o ten-kilometer rodius from here. How do

tidied her dress ond stood up before bowing ot him politely. “Thonk you for toking

her smile borely conceoled her

he wos ticked off for some

Whitney bowed ogoin before

ond shook his cigorette over the oshtroy. After pousing his movements

for me, yet you con’t even ogree to o morrioge controct.

in her trocks ond

ore oll the some. Alwoys so greedy. Once you get enough money, you’ll wont to possess me, then my heort, ond eventuolly my entire fomily fortune,” he soid with eoch word dripping with resentment,

home country for five yeors just becouse of money. I did it becouse I genuinely like you, but my feelings ore not something you

for the post few doys

eyeloshes cost o shodow over his

leisurely stirred the oshtroy.

voice, as though the possibility of

her lip hard, using the pain as a

I don’t plan to sign it.

of his lips curving upward. It

force you. If you don’t want to sign, then so be it.” Glancing at his watch, he continued, “It’s getting late. I’ll ask my

need. I’ve got some money. I can

in the outskirts. There are no taxis within a

about that, Mr. Newton. I can handle it myself.” Whitney tidied her dress and stood up before bowing at him politely. “Thank you for taking care of me today after I got drunk.

casually, her smile barely concealed

it, he was ticked off for

again

shook his cigarette over the ashtray. After pausing

and sarcastic tone, he said, “You claimed to like me and be willing to do anything for me, yet you can’t even agree to

tracks and clenched

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