The Ex and Her Riches

Whitney was inherently timid, and with that being her first time attending such an event, she was simply out of her element. Unable to help herself, her hand on Charles’ arm tightened.

However, out of basic courtesy, she still inclined her head at Tristan with a smile.

Seeing the man’s gaze lingering on Whitney, Charles wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her closer to him. His indifferent voice carried an innate sense of authority. “Mr. Lowe, it seems our companies are not compatible. Let’s not waste each other’s time in the future. Goodbye.”

After he had said that, he took Whitney to another part of the banquet hall and called Isaac.

“Terminate all collaboration with Lowe Group.”

Terminate all collaboration?

Hearing that, Whitney was utterly shocked.

Is he terminating all collaboration with Lowe Group just because Mr. Lowe looked at me lasciviously? But to my knowledge, Lowe Group and Newton Group have always been on good terms. Wouldn’t such a sudden decision bring losses to the company?

She surreptitiously lifted her head and glanced at Charles, calling out tentatively. “Mr. Newton…”

He lowered his gaze to meet hers, his cold eyes never once softening.

Seemingly noticing her dilemma and confusion, Charles patiently explained for once. “Today, you are my companion. The fact that the man dared to look at you in such a manner in front of me makes it clear that he doesn’t respect me. Such a person is not worthy of collaborating with Newton Group.”

In other words, he was merely using Tristan to establish his dominance.

Even so, warmth suffused Whitney.

She gave a slight nod and whispered, “Thank you, Charles.”

This time, she didn’t address him as Mr. Newton but placed them on equal footing as friends.

Upon hearing the change in address, Charles lifted his gaze but said nothing. He continued to lead her further in.

The music at the charity gala suddenly changed, transitioning from slow and relaxed to sultry dance music.

Whitney’s body stiffened at once. There would be dancing at such galas usually, but having grown up in the mountains, she was wholly clueless about the dance steps.

unconsciously tightened her grip

her first time attending such at charity gala, and there were many etiquettes she

“I’m here.”

words seemed to be a soothing

people

side. Thus, she took the initiative to suggest, “Um… I think I’ll

knew all too well that such a large-scale business gala was generally the

didn’t quite understand what they were saying, so it might be better to step

nodded. “Wait here for me.

worry, Mr.

flashed him a sweet

around

Phew!

his figure gradually receded into the distance did Whitney dare heave

to find a place to lean. and rest. While she was looking around, a man holding a wine glass approached her.

I assist you

to the ear, and Whitney looked up at

and emerald eyes, evident that

not let her guard down despite their similar appearances. She demurred smilingly. “Thank you for your

said that, she took a few steps away, putting some

gala was accompanied by either a female or male companion. The man looked like a playboy,

rejected, the man didn’t leave. Instead, he went

Waiting is boring. Since fate had us

he hollered, “Waiter.”

over with a glass of wine and handed it to

it was hard for Whitney to refuse him, so she clinked glasses

the long table and said, “I have something to attend

fleeing, but unexpectedly, the man grabbed her wrist as

who was conversing with a business partner in the distance, and warned in a low voice, “Please let go

her toward him,

for someone in such a wonderful atmosphere, pretty? Our fortuitous meeting amidst the crowd is God-given fate.

gaze wandered up and down her