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.

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

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

uttered the last sentence, his gaze and tone turned icy, revealing his deep

says I bullied 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 should be thanking me for helping you

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 won’t like

with her freshly done nails from that

her determination not to let Charles show disinterest in her, nor

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

was undeniably good-looking. His looks alone would be a sight for sore eyes

Jessamyn remained oblivious to Charles’ efforts to suppress

interest in engaging in an argument with someone like Jessamyn. More importantly, he feared that he would be unable to contain

bothered to

Bring me

past Jessamyn without further acknowledgment and made

Jessamyn quickly hurried along and walked beside him. “You rarely go to places like this, huh? That’s unexpected. I didn’t think you’d

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

couple of minutes later, Jessamyn led him to

he saw the

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

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

not make

informed

his gaze and slowly entered the

real-time footage from Whitney’s private room onto

were six men sitting on a couch with Whitney

scene lasted for two

everything seemed

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

no successful man would like their future wife to come to a place like that

impatient? Singing and dancing won’t be enough to satisfy a

Charles’ face was grim, and the emotion

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

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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