The Ex and Her Riches

Chapter 826 The Banquet 

Inside the wooden box were two matching suits and dresses.

The overall color was silver, with a golden rose pattern embroidered next to the lapels of the men’s suit jacket, and the buttons were in the shape of roses, made from crystal.

The material of the suits emitted a faint silver glow under the lighting, and the human mannequin was also wearing a pair of golden-rimmed glasses, adding to the texture of the outfit.

Bob introduced, “Charlie, this suit is tailor-made for you. In my eyes, you’re like a thorny rose-tempting but dangerous. It makes people can’t help but want to get close to you. Have you seen the rose on the collar? It’s embroidered with golden thread on silver, and the overall material of this suit is top-notch.”

Amused by Bob’s description, Whitney stifled a smile.

It was her first time hearing a man being compared to a rose.

However, this metaphor actually suited Charles quite well. He was indeed a thorny rose-a lethal weapon hidden in plain sight.

Upon seeing the smile on Whitney’s face, Charles shot her a cold glance, causing her smile to vanish instantly.

Bob continued to focus on introducing another piece of clothing, a bareback fishtail gown.

The waist of the gown was woven with silver threads into a rose, and the collar button was adorned with a gemstone. The gown itself was also adorned with gemstones, emitting a sparkling light.

“I spent half a year completing this dress. If it weren’t for your request, I wouldn’t have entrusted my hard work to you,” Bob said, looking at the dress with eyes full of reluctance and sighing in sorrow.

Charles unexpectedly poured cold water on the situation, saying, “Isn’t it that you were tempted by the price I offered for these clothes, so you decided to take them out?”

This guy was clearly trying to act all innocent after getting a good deal.

Bob, having his intentions exposed, chuckled and had his staff bring out the outfits, saying, “Now these two pieces are yours.”

Charles nodded, and Isaac, who had been waiting outside with his team, came in to pack up the clothes.

Leaving the shopping district once again, the luxury car eventually stopped at a villa.

Charles walked inside, and Whitney quickly followed suit.

It was currently half past six in the evening. The business party was scheduled for half eight, leaving two hours for them to prepare.

This villa was Charles’s private property. Whenever he didn’t return to the Newton family, het would stay here.

The interior design of the villa was predominantly in shades of grey and white, giving off at strong sense of detachment as soon as one entered.

Charles sat on the sofa, with the two sets of clothes from earlier placed in front of him. Apart from Isaac, there were also several unfamiliar faces standing before him.

Whitney approached, and Charles gave Isaac a subtle look.

Isaac immediately said to the newcomers. “Take Ms. Mellor to try on the outfits.”

In the presence of strangers, she was merely Charles’ female companion, not his wife, so Isaac adjusted his form of address accordingly.

Subsequently, Whitney followed the group into another room, allowing them to help her on the clothes.

“Wow, Miss, this gown seems to have been tailor-made just for you. Look at your figure! It’s absolutely perfect,” one of the attendants exclaimed.

Staring at her reflection in the mirror, Whitney was momentarily stunned.

Was that really her in the mirror?

Her golden hair cascaded down freely, and her fishtail dress perfectly showcased her figure, accentuating her curves.

Her face was untouched by makeup, yet it exuded a unique charm.

“Please wait a moment while we do your makeup.”

Whitney was pulled to sit in front of the vanity, where makeup was applied to her face.

Whitney’s skin was naturally fair and smooth.

As the makeup artist worked on her, she couldn’t help but exclaim, “Your natural beauty is simply stunning. If you’re not breathtaking after I’ve done your makeup, then I’ve seriously failed at my job.”

The makeup artist had just returned from abroad and was still a bit awkward when speakin Chanaran.

Whitney couldn’t help but stifle a laugh.

After a round of makeup, Whitney finally emerged from the room.

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When she came out of the room, the several bodyguards outside, including Isaac, were all wide-eyed.

Her golden hair was curled into gentle waves, elegantly draped over her left shoulder. The light pink lipstick and curled eyelashes made her look even more like a delicate Barbie doll.

Charles put down his financial magazine, and in his usually calm and collected azure eyes, there was a rare flash of astonishment.

Noticing the men who had their eyes glued to Whitney, Charles tossed his magazine aside, and the noise recaptured Isaac’s attention.

He hurriedly ushered the others out of the room.

In the living room, Whitney stood nervously in front of Charles. His gaze composed, revealing little emotion.

After a long silence, during which he didn’t utter a word, Whitney couldn’t help but ask, “Is it not nice?”

At her words, Charles cleared his throat and awkwardly touched the tip of his nose. “It’s not bad. Get ready; we’re heading to the venue.”

With that, he got up and went to change into his suit, walking away without looking back.

Watching his retreating figure, Whitney felt somewhat disheartened.

She looked down at her gown, adorned with sparkling diamonds.

Despite her grand attire for the day, all she got was a “not bad” from him.

Concealing her emotions, she carefully lifted her gown and walked out.

The two of them sat together in a car, yet there was little conversation.

Charles continued to read company news on his tablet, and Whitney didn’t dare to disturb him.

Her gaze occasionally fell on him. In his designer suit, he had also had a simple makeover. looking like royalty’s prince- aloof, noble, and untouchable,

They arrived at the venue for the evening quickly, and the parking lot was filled with various. luxury cars.

Charles exited the car and extended his hand toward the vehicle. Whitney lightly placed her hand on his, and the two of them entered the venue together.

Inside the banquet hall, soft music filled the air as waitstaff moved about, attending to the needs of the business elites.

It was Whitney’s first time attending such a large-scale event, and she was extremely nervous. Holding his hand, her fingertips were stiff.

Charles could sense her nervousness and gently patted the back of her hand, whispering in her ear, “Relax, I’ve got everything under control.”

His voice seemed to carry a certain magic, and Whitney instantly felt more secure. As he greeted others, she stood by his side with a smile as though she was his charming accessory.

“Mr. Newton, it’s been a while. Newton Group is doing exceptionally well these days. I hope we can take care of each other in the future,” a man said, raising his glass to Charles.

Charles clinked glasses with the man and replied politely, “Mr. Lowe, Newton Group and Lowe Group have had business dealings all this time. Taking care of each other is only right.”

The man referred to as Mr. Lowe, Tristan Lowe, soon noticed Charles’s companion and gave Whitney an appraising look from head to toe.

“Mr. Newton, even your companion is so stunning. It’s truly enviable.”

His eyes lingered on her, almost as if he were examining a piece of merchandise, making Whitney feel uncomfortable.