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.

car. “I knew you’d come, so I’ve been waiting for you here. What do you think? Am I

attitude during the date that day tells me you don’t like me and even look down on me. So why waste your time on me and bully a simple girl like

uttered the last sentence, his gaze and tone

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

the first part of Charles’

a few times. It’s only normal that I don’t like you, right? Then again, that doesn’t mean I won’t like you in

crossed her arms, playing with her freshly done nails from that afternoon,

determination not to let Charles show disinterest in her, nor would she permit him to choose what she deemed as an inferior and foolish

her the order to win Charles over, for

sight for sore eyes if Jessamyn were to spend her days

remained oblivious to Charles’ efforts to

importantly, he feared that he would be unable to contain the

wouldn’t have bothered

Bring me

directive, Charles walked past Jessamyn without further acknowledgment

and walked beside him. “You rarely go to places like

chose not to dignify Jessamyn’s presence with a response. With an icy gaze, he continued on his path, unaffected

minutes later, Jessamyn led him

his head, he saw the words

to Whitney? Why did

their fun if I take you to the private room. Anyway, I just wanted to show you how

did not make any

brow smugly. “I’ve informed the person in charge

his gaze and

charge had already projected the real-time footage from Whitney’s private room onto the high-definition computer

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

lasted

far, everything seemed rather

by despicable? She’s only singing a few songs. She’s making a living with her capabilities. Which part

that much. Well, it makes sense. After all, no successful man would

impatient? Singing and dancing won’t be enough to satisfy a woman like her. Who knows? There might be

was grim, and the emotion in his eyes was

the microphone as if she had finished

glass and staggered

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