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.

face when she noticed the man approaching from his car. “I knew you’d come, so I’ve been waiting for you here. What do you think? Am I

woman coldly as he confronted her, saying, “Jessamyn, your attitude during the date that day tells me you don’t

uttered the last sentence, his gaze and

says I bullied her?” Jessamyn rolled her eyes arrogantly. “I’m here to have fun with my friends. I just so

not deny the first part of

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

nails from that afternoon, a

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

importantly, her father had given her the order to win Charles over, for it

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

oblivious to Charles’ efforts to suppress his growing

engaging in an argument with someone like Jessamyn. More importantly, he feared that he would be unable to contain the anger and rage bubbling within his

he been his old self, Charles wouldn’t have bothered

Bring

stern directive, Charles walked past Jessamyn without further acknowledgment and made

him. “You rarely go to places like this, huh? That’s unexpected. I didn’t

with a response. With an icy gaze, he continued on his path, unaffected by her words or

minutes later, Jessamyn

saw the words printed on the door—surveillance

to Whitney? Why did you bring

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 show you how despicable of a

not make any

smugly. “I’ve informed the person in

gaze and

real-time footage from Whitney’s private room onto

sitting on a couch with Whitney seemingly singing on the small stage in front

scene lasted for

everything seemed rather

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

that much. Well, it makes sense. After all, no successful man would like their future wife to come to

glanced at the screen and said unperturbedly, “Why are you so impatient? Singing and dancing won’t be enough

grim, and the emotion in his eyes

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

disgusting middle-aged man held up a wine glass and staggered over to Whitney,