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.

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

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

her?” Jessamyn rolled her eyes arrogantly. “I’m here to have fun with my friends. I just so happened to see Whitney in there. You

did not deny the first part of

Then again, that doesn’t

arms, playing with her freshly done nails from

not to let Charles show disinterest in her, nor would she permit him to choose what she deemed

the order to win Charles over,

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

her self-centered thoughts, Jessamyn remained oblivious to

with someone like Jessamyn. More importantly, he feared that he would be

self, Charles wouldn’t have bothered to treat insolent women with any semblance of gentlemanly

Whitney? Bring me

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

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

of minutes later, Jessamyn

saw the words printed on

take me to Whitney? Why did you

private room now. We’ll be ruining their fun if I take you to the private room. Anyway, I just

did not make

and raised her brow smugly. “I’ve informed the

retracted his gaze and slowly entered the

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

men sitting on a couch with Whitney seemingly

lasted

far, everything seemed rather

She’s making a living with her capabilities. Which part about it

inwardly. Judging by 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

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

Charles’ face was grim, and the

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

second, a disgusting middle-aged man held up a wine glass and staggered over to Whitney, wanting to get close and wrap