Wooing My Ex-Wife by Mr. Adeel

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.

be dancing at such galas usually, but having

tightened her grip on his arm.

and there were many etiquettes she didn’t understand.

“I’m here.”

to be a soothing balm, easing Whitney’s tension and

in further, increasingly more people

she took the initiative to suggest, “Um… I think I’ll wait for you at the side. You get busy with your

all too well that such a large-scale business gala was generally the best opportunity. for

quite understand what they were saying, so it might be better to step aside to

here for

Mr. Newton.”

flashed him a sweet

turned around and

Phew!

when his figure gradually receded into the distance did Whitney

to lean. and rest.

I assist you with anything, pretty?”

the ear, and Whitney looked up at

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eyes, evident that he wasn’t from Chanaca.

down despite their similar appearances. She demurred smilingly. “Thank you for your kindness, but I’m

few steps away, putting some distance

the gala was accompanied by either a female or male companion. The man looked like a playboy, and she

the man didn’t leave. Instead, he went after her

lucky gentleman has such a beautiful lady waiting for him. Waiting is boring. Since fate had us meet, why don’t

hollered, “Waiter.”

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

to him.

it was hard for Whitney to refuse

him.

the long table and said, “I have something to attend to, so I’ll be leaving first.”

though fleeing, but unexpectedly, the man grabbed her wrist as she whirled around.

glanced at Charles, who was conversing with a business partner in the distance, and warned

forcefully pulled her toward him,

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

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