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 I’ve been waiting for

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

last sentence, his gaze and tone turned

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

did not deny the

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

freshly done nails from that afternoon, a smug

fueled her determination not to let Charles show disinterest in her, nor would she permit him

her father had given her the order to win Charles over, for it would be a great help to the Cloud family’s

a sight for sore eyes if Jessamyn were to spend her days

remained oblivious to

More importantly, he feared that he would be unable to

Charles wouldn’t have bothered to treat insolent women with any

Whitney? Bring me to

walked past Jessamyn without further acknowledgment and made his way into Seduction Bar, leaving

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 words

of minutes later, Jessamyn led him to

head, he saw the words

take me to Whitney? Why did you bring me

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

did not

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

his gaze and

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

the screen were six men sitting on a couch with Whitney seemingly singing

scene lasted for

everything seemed rather

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

would like their future wife to come to a place

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

face was grim, and

put down the microphone as if

staggered over