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.

her grip on his

charity gala, and there were many etiquettes she

“I’m here.”

words seemed to be a soothing balm, easing Whitney’s tension

they walked in further, increasingly more people there greeted and

constant hindrance by his side. Thus, she took the initiative to suggest, “Um… I think I’ll wait for you at the

gala was generally the best opportunity. for business

quite understand what they were saying, so it might be better to step aside to

for

worry, Mr.

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around and left.

Phew!

his figure gradually receded into the distance did Whitney dare heave

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

assist you with

ear, and Whitney

hair and emerald eyes, evident that he wasn’t from Chanaca.

similar appearances. She demurred smilingly. “Thank you for your kindness, but I’m waiting for

she took a few steps away,

attending the gala was accompanied by either a female or male companion. The man looked like

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

beautiful lady waiting for him. Waiting is boring. Since fate had us meet, why don’t we share a drink? We

he hollered,

a waiter came over with a glass of wine and handed it

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

glass on the long table and said, “I have

though fleeing, but unexpectedly, the

was conversing with a business partner in the distance, and warned in a low voice, “Please let go of me, mister! Otherwise, I’ll call for help!”

toward him, closing

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

gaze wandered up and down her body.