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

day tells me you don’t like me and even look down on me. So

gaze and tone turned

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

did not deny the first part

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

done nails from that afternoon, a

others. This attitude fueled her determination not to let Charles show disinterest in her, nor

her the order to win Charles over, for it would be a great help

sight for sore eyes if Jessamyn

Jessamyn remained oblivious to Charles’ efforts to suppress his growing

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

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

Bring me to

issuing the stern directive, Charles walked past Jessamyn without further acknowledgment and made his way into Seduction Bar,

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

dignify Jessamyn’s presence with a response. With an icy gaze, he continued on his path, unaffected by her

minutes later, Jessamyn led him to a

he saw the words printed on the

you say you’d take me to Whitney? Why did

if I take you to the private room. Anyway, I just wanted to

not make any

informed the person in charge of the surveillance room, anyway.

his gaze and slowly entered

real-time footage from Whitney’s private room

sitting on a couch with Whitney seemingly singing

scene lasted

everything seemed rather

you meant by despicable? She’s only singing a few songs. She’s making a living with her capabilities. Which part about it is despicable?” the

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

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

on Charles’ face was grim, and the emotion

down the microphone as if

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

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