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.

grip on his arm.

her first time attending such at charity gala, and there were many etiquettes she didn’t understand. He patiently explained them

“I’m here.”

to be a soothing

in further, increasingly more people there greeted and talked with Charles.

his business standing, she didn’t want to be a constant hindrance by his side. Thus, she took the initiative to suggest, “Um… I think

gala was generally the best opportunity.

it might be better to step aside

here for me. Don’t wander

Mr. Newton.”

flashed him a sweet smile.

turned around and left.

Phew!

distance did Whitney dare heave a long sigh of

planning to find a place to lean. and rest. While she was

you with

was pleasing to the ear, and

blond hair and emerald eyes, evident that he wasn’t

let her guard down despite their similar appearances. She demurred smilingly. “Thank you for your kindness, but

a few steps away, putting

accompanied by either a female or male companion. The man

the man didn’t leave. Instead, he went after her and initiated at

which lucky gentleman has such a beautiful lady waiting for him. Waiting is boring. Since fate

hollered,

snapped his fingers. Immediately, a waiter came over with a glass of wine

so enthusiastic that it was hard for Whitney

a sip, she placed her wine glass on the long table and said, “I

as though fleeing, but unexpectedly, the man grabbed her wrist

a business partner in the distance, and

pulled her toward him, closing the

to keep waiting for someone in such a wonderful atmosphere, pretty? Our fortuitous meeting amidst the crowd is God-given fate. Why should we let it

man’s gaze wandered up and