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.

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

tightened her grip on his

that it was her first time attending such at charity gala, and there were many etiquettes she

“I’m here.”

be a soothing balm, easing Whitney’s tension and

more people there greeted and

constant hindrance by his side. Thus, she took the initiative to suggest, “Um…

such a large-scale business gala was generally the best opportunity. for

what they were saying, so it might be better to step aside to avoid causing

nodded. “Wait here for me. Don’t wander

worry, Mr. Newton.”

a

around and

Phew!

distance did Whitney

lean. and rest.

I assist you

was pleasing to the ear, and Whitney looked up

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blond hair and emerald eyes, evident

let her guard down despite their similar appearances. She demurred smilingly. “Thank you for your

she took a few steps away,

by either a female or male companion. The man looked like

he went after her

for him. Waiting is boring. Since fate had us meet, why don’t we share a drink? We can be

he hollered,

his fingers. Immediately, a waiter came over with a glass of wine and

to him.

was hard for Whitney to refuse

him.

sip, she placed her wine glass on the long table and said, “I have something to attend to, so I’ll

the man grabbed her wrist as

the distance, and warned in a low voice, “Please let go of me, mister!

pulled her toward him, closing

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

up and down her