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

evident. Charles knew that it was her first time attending such at charity gala, and there were many etiquettes she didn’t understand. He patiently explained them to her without showing any signs of impatience,

“I’m here.”

soothing balm, easing Whitney’s tension and

walked in further, increasingly more people there greeted and talked with

took the initiative to suggest, “Um… I think I’ll wait for you

all too well that such a large-scale business gala was generally the best opportunity. for business elites to exchange information and collaborate.

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

“Wait here for me. Don’t wander

worry, Mr.

him a sweet

around

Phew!

figure gradually receded into the distance did Whitney dare heave

lean. and rest. While she was looking around,

I assist you

ear, and Whitney looked up at him.

also had blond hair and emerald eyes, evident

She demurred smilingly.

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

male companion. The man looked like a playboy, and she didn’t want to invite trouble.

Instead, he went after her and initiated

such a beautiful lady waiting for him. Waiting is boring. Since fate had us meet, why

he hollered, “Waiter.”

waiter came over with a glass of wine and handed

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

long table and said, “I have something to

unexpectedly, the man grabbed

was conversing with a business partner in the distance, and warned in a

her toward him, closing the

pretty? Our fortuitous meeting amidst the crowd is

wandered up