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.

A smug smile formed on her 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 considerate enough?”

confronted her, saying, “Jessamyn, your attitude during the date that day tells me you don’t like

sentence, his gaze and tone turned

arrogantly. “I’m here to have fun with my friends. I just so happened to see Whitney in there. You should be thanking me for

not deny the first part

right? Then again, that doesn’t mean I

playing with her freshly done nails from

of superiority, looking down on others. This attitude fueled her determination not to let Charles show disinterest in

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

sore eyes if Jessamyn were to spend her days with

Jessamyn remained oblivious to Charles’ efforts to suppress his

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

bothered to treat insolent women with any semblance of

Bring me

further acknowledgment and made his

quickly hurried along and walked beside 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

Jessamyn led him to

lifted his head, he saw the

me to Whitney? Why

to the private room. Anyway, I just wanted to show you how despicable of a woman she

did not make any

“I’ve informed the person in

retracted his gaze and

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

screen were six men sitting on a couch with Whitney seemingly

scene lasted

far, everything

by despicable? She’s only singing a few songs. She’s making a living with

all, no successful man would like

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

was grim, and

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

glass and staggered over to Whitney, wanting to get close and

and scooted to the side, causing the man to fall

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