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

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

“I’m here.”

a soothing balm, easing Whitney’s

they walked in further, increasingly more people there

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

large-scale business gala was generally

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

here for me.

Mr. Newton.”

him a sweet smile.

around and left.

Phew!

the distance did Whitney dare heave a long sigh

heels, planning to find a place to lean. and rest. While she was looking around, a man holding a

assist you

voice was pleasing to the ear, and

and emerald eyes, evident

their similar appearances. She demurred

a few steps away, putting some

attending the gala was accompanied by either a female or male companion. The man looked like a playboy, and she didn’t want to invite

Instead, he went

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

hollered, “Waiter.”

Immediately, a waiter came over with a glass of wine and handed

Whitney to refuse him, so she clinked glasses with

long table and said, “I

unexpectedly, the man grabbed her wrist as

business partner in the distance, and warned in a low voice, “Please let go of me,

man forcefully pulled her toward him, closing

it be a pity to keep waiting for someone in such a wonderful atmosphere, pretty? Our fortuitous meeting amidst the crowd is

gaze wandered up