The Ex and Her Riches novel (Gwendolyn and Maverick)

Chapter 827 He Is Really Gentle Tonight

Whitney was inherently timid, and with that being her first time attending such an event, she was simply out of her element. Unable to help herself, her hand on Charles’ arm tightened.

However, out of basic courtesy, she still inclined her head at Tristan with a smile.

Seeing the man’s gaze lingering on Whitney, Charles wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her closer to him. His indifferent voice carried an innate sense of authority. “Mr. Lowe, it seems our companies are not compatible. Let’s not waste each other’s time in the future. Goodbye.”

After he had said that, he took Whitney to another part of the banquet hall and called Isaac.

“Terminate all collaboration with Lowe Group.”

Terminate all collaboration?

Hearing that, Whitney was utterly shocked.

Is he terminating all collaboration with Lowe Group just because Mr. Lowe looked at me lasciviously? But to my knowledge, Lowe Group and Newton Group have always been on good terms. Wouldn’t such a sudden decision bring losses to the company?

She surreptitiously lifted her head and glanced at Charles, calling out tentatively. “Mr. Newton…”

He lowered his gaze to meet hers, his cold eyes never once softening.

Seemingly noticing her dilemma and confusion, Charles patiently explained for once. “Today, you are my companion. The fact that the man dared to look at you in such a manner in front of me makes it clear that he doesn’t respect me. Such a person is not worthy of collaborating with Newton Group.”

In other words, he was merely using Tristan to establish his dominance.

Even so, warmth suffused Whitney.

She gave a slight nod and whispered, “Thank you, Charles.”

This time, she didn’t address him as Mr. Newton but placed them on equal footing as friends.

Upon hearing the change in address, Charles lifted his gaze but said nothing. He continued to lead her further in.

The music at the charity gala suddenly changed, transitioning from slow and relaxed to

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sultry dance music.

at such galas usually, but having grown up in the mountains, she was wholly

unconsciously tightened her grip on

charity gala, and there were many etiquettes she didn’t understand. He patiently explained them to her without

“I’m here.”

soothing balm, easing Whitney’s tension and unease.

people there greeted and talked with

standing, she didn’t want to be a constant hindrance by his side. Thus, she took the initiative to suggest, “Um… I think I’ll wait for you at the side. You get busy with your work first.”

business gala was generally

saying, so it might be better to step aside to avoid causing him any

nodded. “Wait here for

Mr. Newton.”

him a

turned around and

Phew!

distance did Whitney

her ankles that ached from wearing high heels, planning to find a place to lean. and rest. While she was looking around, a man

you with

pleasing to the ear, and Whitney

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hair and emerald eyes, evident that he

guard down despite their similar appearances. She demurred smilingly. “Thank

she took a few steps

female or male companion. The man

Instead, he went after

waiting for him. Waiting is boring. Since fate had

he hollered,

Immediately, a waiter came over with a glass of wine and handed it

to him.

was so enthusiastic that it was hard for Whitney to refuse him, so she clinked

him.

placed her wine glass on the long table and said, “I

as though fleeing, but unexpectedly, the man grabbed her wrist as

with a business partner in the distance, and warned in a low

man forcefully pulled her toward him, closing the distance between them.

a pity to keep waiting for someone in such a wonderful atmosphere, pretty? Our fortuitous meeting amidst the crowd is God-given fate. Why should we let it

wandered up and down her