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.

“I knew

you don’t like me and even look

the last sentence, his gaze and tone

arrogantly. “I’m here to 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

It’s only normal that I don’t like you, right? Then again, that doesn’t mean I won’t like you

freshly done nails from that afternoon, a

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 and foolish

Charles over, for it would

a sight for sore eyes if Jessamyn

Jessamyn remained oblivious to Charles’ efforts to suppress his growing

argument with someone like Jessamyn. More importantly, he feared that he would be unable to contain the anger and

wouldn’t have bothered to treat insolent women

Whitney? Bring me

issuing the stern directive, Charles walked past Jessamyn without further acknowledgment and

go to places like this, huh? That’s unexpected. I didn’t think you’d be so

With an icy

of minutes later, Jessamyn led him to a

lifted his head, he saw the words printed on the

take me to

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 in the private room. You

not

smugly. “I’ve informed the person in charge of the surveillance room, anyway. This

gaze and slowly

the real-time footage from Whitney’s private

men sitting on a couch with Whitney seemingly singing on the small stage

lasted

everything

a few songs. She’s making a living with

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 place like that to perform for

won’t be enough to satisfy a woman like her. Who knows? There

grim, and the emotion in

the two were talking, Whitney put down the microphone as if

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

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