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.

his car. “I knew you’d come, so

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

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

deny the

Then again, that

her freshly done nails from that afternoon, a smug

age, Jessamyn had always held a sense of superiority, looking down on others. This attitude fueled her determination not to let Charles show disinterest in her, nor

order to win Charles over, for

for sore eyes if

oblivious to Charles’ efforts to suppress his growing

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

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

Bring me to

directive, Charles walked past Jessamyn without further

and walked beside him. “You rarely go to places

icy gaze, he continued on

Jessamyn

he saw the words printed on the door—surveillance

me to Whitney? Why did

having fun with the big shots in the private room now. We’ll be ruining their fun if I take you to the private room. Anyway, I just wanted to

did not make any

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

retracted his gaze and slowly

projected the real-time footage from Whitney’s

couch with Whitney seemingly singing on the small

lasted for

everything seemed

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

man would like

screen and said unperturbedly, “Why are you so impatient? Singing and dancing won’t be enough to satisfy a woman like her. Who knows? There might

grim, and the emotion in his eyes was

put down the microphone

middle-aged man held up a wine glass and staggered over