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.

man approaching from his car. “I knew you’d come, so I’ve been waiting

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 your time on me

his gaze and tone turned icy, revealing

have fun with my friends. I just so happened to see Whitney in there. You should be thanking me

not deny the first part of

Then again, that doesn’t mean I won’t like you in

freshly done nails from that afternoon, a smug expression adorning her

her determination not to let Charles show disinterest in her, nor would she permit him

Charles over,

be a sight for sore eyes

oblivious to Charles’ efforts to suppress

he feared that he would be unable to contain the anger

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

Whitney? Bring me

directive, Charles walked past Jessamyn without further acknowledgment and made his way

him. “You rarely go to

an icy gaze, he continued on his path, unaffected

later, Jessamyn led him

saw the words printed

me to Whitney? Why did you bring me

the private room now. We’ll be ruining their fun if 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

did not make any

Jessamyn opened the door and raised her brow smugly. “I’ve informed the person in charge of the surveillance

and

person in charge had already projected the real-time footage from Whitney’s private room onto the

screen were six men sitting on a couch with Whitney seemingly singing on the small

lasted for

everything

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

about Whitney that much. Well, it makes sense. After all, no successful man would like their future wife

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

on Charles’ face was grim, and the emotion

talking, Whitney put down the microphone as if she had finished

a disgusting middle-aged man held up a wine glass and staggered over to Whitney,

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