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.

her face when she noticed the man approaching from his car. “I knew you’d

her, saying, “Jessamyn, your attitude during the date that day tells me you don’t like me and even look down on me. So why waste your time on me and

the last sentence, his gaze and

friends. I just so happened to see

the first part of Charles’

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

nails from that afternoon, a smug

not to let Charles show disinterest in her, nor would she permit him to choose what she deemed

order to win Charles over, for it would be a great

would be a sight for sore eyes if Jessamyn were to spend her

her self-centered thoughts, Jessamyn remained oblivious to Charles’ efforts to suppress

Jessamyn. More importantly, he feared that he would be unable to contain the

have bothered to treat insolent women with any

Whitney? Bring me

stern directive, Charles walked past Jessamyn without further acknowledgment and

Jessamyn quickly hurried along and walked beside him. “You rarely go to places like this, huh? That’s unexpected. I didn’t think you’d be so

response. With an icy gaze, he continued on his

of minutes later, Jessamyn led him

saw the words printed on

you’d take me to Whitney? Why

private room. Anyway,

did not make

informed the person in charge of the surveillance room, anyway. This way, Mr.

his gaze and slowly entered

the real-time footage from Whitney’s private room onto

men sitting on a couch with Whitney seemingly singing on the

lasted for two

far, everything seemed rather

singing a few songs. She’s making a living with her capabilities.

man would like their future wife to come to

so impatient? Singing and dancing won’t be enough to satisfy a woman like her. Who knows? There

face was grim, and the emotion in his

the microphone as if she had

second, a disgusting middle-aged man held up a wine glass and staggered