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.

smile formed on her face when she noticed the man approaching from his car. “I knew

you don’t like me and even look

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

Jessamyn rolled her eyes arrogantly. “I’m here to have fun with my friends. I just so happened to see Whitney

the

only 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 you in the

playing with her freshly done nails from that afternoon, a smug expression adorning

let

importantly, her father had given her the order to win Charles over, for it would be a great help to

sight for sore eyes if Jessamyn were to

Jessamyn remained oblivious to Charles’ efforts to suppress his growing

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

have bothered to treat insolent women with any semblance of

Bring

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

to places like this, huh? That’s unexpected.

to dignify Jessamyn’s presence with a response. With an icy gaze, he continued on

of minutes later, Jessamyn led him to

Charles lifted his head, he saw the words printed on the door—surveillance

take me to

Anyway, I just wanted to show you how despicable of a woman she is. There’s a surveillance camera in the private room. You can just watch

did not

the door and raised her brow smugly. “I’ve informed the person in charge of

and slowly

in charge had already projected the real-time footage from Whitney’s private room

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

lasted for

far, everything seemed rather

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

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 other men. Looks

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

face was grim, and

were talking, Whitney put down the microphone as if she had finished

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