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 on

there were many etiquettes she didn’t understand. He patiently explained them to her without showing

“I’m here.”

be a soothing

they walked in further, increasingly more people

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

large-scale business gala was generally the best opportunity. for business

were saying, so it might

“Wait here for me. Don’t wander around.”

Mr. Newton.”

flashed him a sweet smile.

turned around

Phew!

the distance did

that ached from wearing high heels, planning to find a place to lean. and rest. While she was looking

assist you with anything, pretty?”

to the ear, and Whitney looked up at him.

emerald eyes, evident that he wasn’t from

not let her guard down despite their similar appearances. She demurred smilingly.

said that, she took a few steps

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

Instead, he went after her

waiting for him. Waiting is boring.

hollered,

with a

it was hard for Whitney to refuse him,

she placed her wine glass on the long table and said, “I have something to

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!

forcefully pulled her toward him,

a wonderful atmosphere, pretty? Our fortuitous meeting amidst the crowd is

gaze wandered up