The Ex and Her Riches

Inside the wooden box were two matching suits and dresses.

The overall color was silver, with a golden rose pattern embroidered next to the lapels of the men’s suit jacket, and the buttons were in the shape of roses, made from crystal.

The material of the suits emitted a faint silver glow under the lighting, and the human mannequin was also wearing a pair of golden-rimmed glasses, adding to the texture of the outfit.

Bob introduced, “Charlie, this suit is tailor-made for you. In my eyes, you’re like a thorny rose-tempting but dangerous. It makes people can’t help but want to get close to you. Have you seen the rose on the collar? It’s embroidered with golden thread on silver, and the overall material of this suit is top-notch.”

Amused by Bob’s description, Whitney stifled a smile.

It was her first time hearing a man being compared to a rose.

However, this metaphor actually suited Charles quite well. He was indeed a thorny rose-a lethal weapon hidden in plain sight.

Upon seeing the smile on Whitney’s face, Charles shot her a cold glance, causing her smile to vanish instantly.

Bob continued to focus on introducing another piece of clothing, a bareback fishtail gown.

The waist of the gown was woven with silver threads into a rose, and the collar button was adorned with a gemstone. The gown itself was also adorned with gemstones, emitting a sparkling light.

“I spent half a year completing this dress. If it weren’t for your request, I wouldn’t have entrusted my hard work to you,” Bob said, looking at the dress with eyes full of reluctance and sighing in sorrow.

Charles unexpectedly poured cold water on the situation, saying, “Isn’t it that you were tempted by the price I offered for these clothes, so you decided to take them out?”

This guy was clearly trying to act all innocent after getting a good deal.

Bob, having his intentions exposed, chuckled and had his staff bring out the outfits, saying, “Now these two pieces are yours.”

Charles nodded, and Isaac, who had been waiting outside with his team, came in to pack up the clothes.

Leaving the shopping district once again, the luxury car eventually stopped at a villa.

inside, and Whitney

half past six in the evening. The business party was scheduled for half eight, leaving two hours for them to

he didn’t return to

interior design of the villa was predominantly in shades of grey and white, giving off at strong sense of detachment as

in front

Charles gave Isaac a subtle

newcomers. “Take Ms. Mellor to try

strangers, she was merely Charles’ female companion, not his wife, so Isaac adjusted his

into another room, allowing them to help her on the clothes.

tailor-made just for you. Look at

her reflection in the mirror, Whitney was

really her in

her fishtail dress perfectly

face was untouched by makeup, yet it exuded a unique

a moment while we do your makeup.”

the vanity, where makeup was

was naturally fair and

artist worked on her, she couldn’t help but exclaim, “Your natural beauty is simply stunning. If you’re not breathtaking after I’ve done your makeup,

just returned from abroad and was still

but stifle a

makeup, Whitney

unsteady on

the several

was curled into gentle waves, elegantly draped over her left shoulder. The light pink lipstick and curled eyelashes made her look even

his usually calm and collected

men who had their eyes glued to Whitney, Charles tossed his magazine aside, and the

others out of the room.

stood nervously in front of Charles. His gaze composed, revealing

during which he didn’t utter a word, Whitney couldn’t help but ask, “Is it not nice?”

awkwardly touched the tip of his nose.