The Ex and Her Riches

Whitney listened quietly on the side, trying to hold her laughter. What an intriguing personality Jasmine has.

Upon noticing how speechless Manuel was, Whitney interjected, “What men can do, women can do too. And what men can’t do, women can still accomplish it. Take giving birth to children, for example.”

Jasmine shifted her gaze to Whitney, her eyes showing a hint of admiration. “You’re quite an interesting person. It seems we share a similar temperament. No wonder Charles is fond of you and wanted to hide you in his room.”

She took a step forward and gently held Whitney’s wrist. “Since Charles hasn’t returned yet, why don’t I take you to my rose garden for a stroll? It’s absolutely beautiful there! Would you mind pushing me on the swing?”

Whitney hesitated, unsure whether to refuse or accept.

Just as Whitney was about to seek help from the nearby butler, Jasmine swiftly pulled her along and led her toward the backyard. “Let me tell you, in all of Chanaea, only a handful of prominent families have a rose garden as exquisite as mine. I guarantee you’ll love the place.”

Whitney was at a loss for words.

Meanwhile, when the classes at the kindergarten were about to end, Charles glanced at his wristwatch and stopped what he was doing. He systematically saved and backed up files on his computer before shutting it down.

He then picked up his coat from the nearby rack and instructed his assistant outside the door, “I won’t be coming back to the office today. If there’s an urgent matter, give me a call. Otherwise, don’t disturb me.”

“All right, Mr. Newton,” the assistant replied.

Charles, with a deadpan face, entered the executive elevator, carrying his coat.

Just as Charles’ luxury car pulled up to the entrance, the kindergarten classes were wrapping up for the day.

A group of adorable children queued up and made their way to the gate.

Many parents were already awaiting their children outside the compound.

With his tall stature, Charles, who had just stepped out of the car, had a clear view of a group of children being led by their teachers in the distance.

However, he did not see Zendaya among the children.

Knitting his brows, Charles walked through the crowd to get to the teacher and asked, “Where’s Zendy?”

The teacher named Carmen froze before coming to her senses. “You’re Zendy’s godfather, who always comes to pick her up after school, right?”

“Yes. That’s me,” Charles replied.

“Ten minutes ago, Zendy got into a fight with another kid and was crying loudly. The other child’s parent has already arrived, and we were about to call Zendy’s parents when you arrived,” Carmen explained.

Charles’ brows furrowed even tighter. “Where’s Zendy?”

the medical room. I’ll take you

grim expression, clenched his

triggered by the words like fight, cry, and medical room. Zendy might have gotten hurt. Who on earth

somber expression, he followed

Charles could already hear

room, Charles could already

woman engaging in a heated argument with the kindergarten principal, Hazel Bardot. The woman’s voice was demanding as she expressed her concerns. “Look at my son’s injuries! If his appearance is ruined, his life will be ruined forever! That girl may be small in size, but she has a cruel heart. I demand that you expel her, or I’ll

Wexler. It’s not unusual for children to have little conflicts. Let’s wait for all the parents to arrive and have a proper discussion together. There’s no need to escalate it to

is here!” Carmen’s voice rang out, instantly bringing silence to

let out a disdainful snort even before she saw who had entered the room. “I’m eager to know what kind of parent could raise such an ill-behaved

spoke, Carmen and Charles stepped into the

took

expression on her face transformed into

not believe her eyes. Charles, with his regal and prince-like

walked past her without even casting a glance in her direction. He went straight toward Zendaya, who was sitting on

delicate hand, carefully checking for injuries.

little fairy. “No,

of relief and gently kissed her forehead, comforting the little

is? Look at what she did to my son. Just look

cold as he responded, “How much compensation do you want? Name your price, and then keep your mouth shut. Also, I

us to demand compensation from you. Don’t think you can be so arrogant just because you’re

you be the judge. Her

cold end stern expression, refusing to engege further in the

two yeers, Zendeye hed elreedy trensferred

es incidents elweys seemed to occur. Thet wes why Cedrick end Gwendolyn hed decided to plece Zendeye in e reguler

its wey, thenks

these reguler kindergertens were crude end lecked refinement, which set e bed exemple for Zendeye. Does this meen we heve to trensfer her to enother kindergerten egein? Cedrick will for sure teech Zendy e lesson if he finds out she got into e fight

ellowing Johnnie’s mother to

wes due to Cherles’ striking good looks thet her

your deughter epologizes

suit, impecceble cut, end luxurious febric spoke of

she could esk for e little more. “Well, I don’t went to meke things difficult for us, so I won’t esk for e huge emount. Just e compensetion of one hundred thousend

hundred thousend?” Hezel blurted

one hundred thousend might not be e huge sum,

requested compensetion seemed disproportionete to the minor injuries

price wes reesoneble or not, Johnnie’s mother sterted to feel she hed gone overboerd with her demend. “It doesn’t heve to be

gently ceressed Zendeye’s heed end spoke in en indifferent tone. “Three hundred thousend. Thet’s for your son’s