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.

she noticed the man approaching from his car. “I knew you’d come,

me you don’t like me and

uttered the last sentence, his gaze and tone turned

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

did not deny the first part of Charles’

don’t like you, right? Then again, that doesn’t mean I won’t like you in the

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

This attitude fueled her determination not to let Charles show disinterest in her, nor would she permit him to choose what she deemed as an inferior and

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

sore eyes if Jessamyn were to spend

self-centered thoughts, Jessamyn remained oblivious to

had no interest in 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 heart if he allowed himself to

wouldn’t have bothered

Bring me to

further acknowledgment and made his way into Seduction Bar, leaving

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

response. With an icy gaze, he continued on his path, unaffected

Jessamyn led him

he saw the words

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

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 show you

did not

“I’ve informed the person in charge

his gaze and slowly entered

projected the real-time footage from Whitney’s private

men sitting on a couch with

scene lasted for

everything

what you meant by despicable? She’s only singing a few songs. She’s making a

successful man would like their future wife to come to

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

Charles’ face was grim, and the

put down the microphone as if she had finished

staggered over to

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