The Ex and Her Riches novel (Gwendolyn and Maverick)

The sound of water flowing in the bathroom of the Newton residence abruptly ceased, replaced by tranquil silence that permeated the air.

Wearing a loose-fitting, dark grey bathrobe, Charles stepped out of the bathroom, his muscular arms half raised to dry his hair that was dripping wet.

His exquisite blue eyes looked relaxed, his nose was fine and straight, and his lips made him look even more charming when he smiled. With his facial features, he looked like a prince from a foreign land.

The glistening water droplets on his body added to the captivating allure he exuded, enhancing his already charismatic presence.

Every time after a shower, Charles had the habit of enveloping himself tightly in a bathrobe, rather than simply using a towel to cover the lower half of his body.

It was not that he had a poor figure. Rather, it was because of the indelible scars that remained from the beatings and torture he had endured in the past.

Charles held such disdain for his own body that he avoided looking at it whenever possible. He would ensure he was fully clothed before facing the mirror. Even then, he would only focus on his face, deliberately avoiding any glimpse of the rest of his physique.

Ring! Ring! Ring!

It was the sound of an incoming text.

Charles lowered his gaze casually. At first, he was not the slightest bit fazed by the text, but the keywords caught his attention.

It was from an unknown number, but the text contained Whitney’s name.

Immediately, he picked up the phone to read the text.

It read: I heard you’re going out on a date with Whitney tomorrow, but do you really know that woman? She doesn’t deserve you. Come to Seduction Bar. I’ll show you how despicable she can be.

A frown creased Charles’ forehead as his expression darkened.

The tone of the text sounded familiar.

Jessamyn’s the only person who knows I took Whitney away from the restaurant during the day. Seduction Bar’s a place where wealthy people have fun. Why would Whitney be there?

Realizing things were not as simple as they seemed, Charles entered the walk-in closet, quickly changed into something appropriate, and drove to Seduction Bar.

When he reached the bar’s entrance, he spotted a slender figure standing under the neon lights.

It was Jessamyn.

face when she noticed the man approaching from his car. “I knew you’d come, so I’ve been waiting for

he confronted her, saying, “Jessamyn, your attitude during the date that day tells me you don’t like me and even look down on me. So why waste

last sentence, his gaze and tone turned icy, revealing his

Jessamyn rolled her eyes arrogantly. “I’m here to have fun with my friends. I just so happened to see

not deny the

right? Then again, that doesn’t mean I won’t like you in the future after getting to

freshly done nails from that afternoon, a

young age, Jessamyn had always held a sense of superiority, looking down on others. This attitude fueled her determination not to let Charles show disinterest in her, nor would she permit him to choose what she deemed as an inferior

over, for it would be a great help

His looks alone would be a sight for sore eyes if Jessamyn were

in her self-centered thoughts, Jessamyn remained oblivious to Charles’ efforts to suppress his growing

that he would be unable to contain the anger and rage bubbling within his heart

been his old self, Charles wouldn’t have bothered to treat

Bring me to

directive, Charles walked past Jessamyn without further

Jessamyn quickly hurried along and walked beside him. “You rarely go to places like this, huh? That’s unexpected.

to dignify Jessamyn’s presence with a response. With an icy gaze, he continued on

Jessamyn led him to

Charles lifted his head, he saw the words

take me to Whitney?

I take you to the private room. Anyway, I just wanted to show you how despicable of a woman she is. There’s a surveillance camera

not

raised her brow smugly. “I’ve informed

his gaze and slowly entered the

footage from Whitney’s private room

a couch with Whitney seemingly singing on the small stage in front of

scene lasted for

far, everything

few songs. She’s making a living with her capabilities. Which part about it is despicable?” the man

his tone, he doesn’t seem to care about Whitney that much. Well, it makes sense. After all, no successful man would like their future wife to come to a place like that to perform for other men. Looks like

glanced at the screen and said unperturbedly, “Why are you so impatient? Singing and dancing won’t be enough to satisfy

was grim, and the

the two were talking, Whitney put down the microphone

up a wine glass and staggered over to Whitney, wanting to get close