Wooing My Ex-Wife

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.

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

“I’m here.”

to be a soothing balm, easing Whitney’s tension and

people there greeted and talked with

Thus, she took the initiative to suggest, “Um…

business gala was generally the best opportunity. for business elites to exchange

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

nodded. “Wait here for

Mr.

flashed him a sweet smile.

around and left.

Phew!

figure gradually receded into the distance did Whitney dare heave a long sigh

place to lean. and rest. While she was looking

I assist you with anything, pretty?”

pleasing to the ear, and

also had blond hair and emerald eyes, evident

her guard down despite their similar appearances. She demurred smilingly. “Thank you for

she took a few steps away, putting some distance between them.

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

Instead, he went after her and

is boring.

hollered,

with a glass of

hard for Whitney to refuse him,

a sip, she placed her wine glass on the long table and said, “I have something to attend to, so I’ll be

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

who was conversing with a business partner in the distance, and warned in a low voice, “Please let

pulled her toward him, closing

wonderful atmosphere, pretty? Our

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