The Ex and Her Riches

Chapter 849 Why Is She Always The Unlucky One 

At Charles words. Whitney’s leashed emotions suddenly broke free

Biting her lower lip hard to hold her sobs back, she murmured. “It’s okay. Are you okay over there? Is it overly dangerous!

When she was in Tayhaven back then, she heard Muprary was in a state of great turmoil. Warfare raged year-round there, and it was common for thugs to open fire and kill people.

– The danger is still manageable. The new company we’ve established here has run into some trouble, and they need me to step in and sort things out. If all goes well, I should be back in two days

If things didn’t go smoothly, there was no telling how long it might take.

Charles didn’t explain the kind of trouble involved.

In truth, the local bigwig there had captured their company’s staff and demanded an exorbitant ransom. If they didn’t see Charles within a day, they threatened to kill one of the hostages in their hands,

The local bigwig was a notorious gang leader in Muprary and had never once failed to put his threats into action.

The company’s staff were innocent, and Charles couldn’t disregard their safety.

Subsequently. Whitney recalled some other assistants saying that Newton Group established a new company in Muprary to mine locally in preparation for venturing into the jewelry business.

If he needs to step in to resolve the issue, it must be quite tricky

Charles then continued, “Go home earlier. You can skip work while I’m not in the office these days. I’ll make up for our missed date next time.”

Holding the phone and listening to his response, Whitney was slightly taken aback.

That was the first time he explained what he was doing. On top of that, he admitted to their date.

“Most importantly, you’re safe. I’ll wait for you to come back.”

“Okay. Don’t contact me these few days. I’m hanging up

“But—”

Before Whitney had finished speaking. Charles had already hung up on the other end of the phone. Thus, their first date ended up being a total washout

Just then, a knock sounded on the private room’s door. The server tentatively asked once again. “How much longer do you think you’ll need, Ms. Mellor? We’re about to close.”

Whitney didn’t respond to that, simply picking up her bag before walking out of the restaurant.

No sooner had she stepped out of the restaurant than the lights within were promptly turned off. She sat all alone on the bench by the entrance.

Casting her mind back to the joy she felt earlier in the day when she found out that he wanted to go on a date with her to the depression swamping her right then, she was somewhat dazed.

The might sky was shrouded in fog, with the moon hiding behind the clouds. The streets were sparsely populated, with only Whitney sitting there alone.

Rumble!

A clap of thunder split the air. She looked up at the sky and murmured, “It’s going to rain soon.”

Back when she lived in the mountains, she often heard such thunder. Each time, she would get scared and hide in her room, not daring to leave the room.

But right then, she even dared to face such thunder.

The downpour arrived swiftly, drenching Whitney’s clothes. In no time at all, she was completely soaked.

The distant shricks of passersby drifted into her ears. She looked up to see people running like lightning. A cloud of mist rose from the street, blurring her vision.

She raised both hands, catching the falling rain as the relentless downpour pelted her pale face without mercy.

It’s time to go home.

Before Whitney had even stood up, a car zoomed past her on the road, splashing an enormous wave of water. In an instant, her dress was drenched with mud.

Her white knitted dress was splattered with layers of mud.

Whitney looked at her soiled dress in surprise, her mood instantly plummeting to an all-time low.

Her splattered skirt was seemingly the last straw that broke the camel’s back. She couldn’t help but tear up. rooted in place dazedly for quite some time.

The rain grew increasingly heavier, showing no signs of stopping. Whitney knew that if she tarried there any longer, she would definitely catch a cold.

She touched her thoroughly wet cheeks, forcing a bitter smile. I must look quite unsightly and pathetic now. huh?

The makeup on her face had completely lost its original appearance under the heavy rain. Her face was drenched, and she couldn’t tell whether it was her own tears or the falling rain.

While she was on the subway, a passerby’s unruly child pointed at Whitney rudely and said. “Is this lady dressed up as a ghost, Mommy? Why does she look so scary? Could she be here to take our lives?”

The mother of the unruly child was quite startled and quickly smacked her child’s pointing finger. admonishing, “What nonsense are you talking about? Don’t always talk about others. It’s impolite.”

Despite her words, the look she gave Whitney was full of disdain.

When the subway stopped at the next station, she quickly ushered her son off the train as though truly regarding Whitney as a ghost.

Whitney, whose mood was already thoroughly ruined, paid no mind to their conversation.

Right then she merely felt cold all over. Through the reflection in the subway window, she finally saw that her makeup had smeared all over her face. No wonder that unruly kid called me a ghost.

It didn’t matter anymore, for she hadn’t have the energy to care about all that.

After getting off the subway, Whitney dragged her weary body back to the Newton residence. When she opened the door and stepped into the villa, she gave the help quite a fright.

“W-What happened to you, Mrs. Newton?”

Whitney walked in looking like a drowned rat, her dress filthy as though she had fallen into a mud pit. Her mental state also seemed peculiar. It seemed as though she had lost her soul.

Upon hearing the commotion, Jasmine hurriedly ran out in concern to see what had happened.

At the sight of Whitney in such a state, she jumped in fright and immediately brought a clean towel over.

“How did you get drenched, Whitney? I’d been calling you, but I couldn’t get through. I was even planning to ask the Newton family’s driver to go and pick you up. By the way, I managed to get in touch with

Charles.”

Whitney merely grunted faintly. Taking the towel from Jasmine, she mechanically wiped her hair, her eyes devoid of life. Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

Only when Jasmine glimpsed some emotions in Whitney’s eyes did she coax, “Whitney, actually, Charles just went over to handle some company matters. Don’t worry too much. When he comes back, I will scold. him severely for you. Leaving the country without a word is indeed irresponsible of him, for he made us worry.”

In response to her consolation, Whitney simply nodded.

She remained expressionless, so Jasmine kept finding new subjects to converse with her.

“You haven’t eaten yet, have you, Whitney? Shall I have someone prepare some food for you? Or would you like to take a bath? It’s best to soak in a hot bath after getting caught in the rain. It’s good for the body. I’ll have the housekeeper prepare it for you. Whitney-

She kept talking incessantly, but Whitney interrupted her, replying in a weary tone, “Jasmine, I’m utterly tired and would like to rest.”

With that said, she circled around Jasmine and headed straight for her own room.

Seeing Whitney looking like a drowned rat, Jasmine didn’t know what else to say. She merely sighed quietly.

“Should we call the doctor over to be on standby since Mrs. Newton got caught in the rain tonight, Ms. Newton? It’d be bad if she were to catch a cold or run a fever.”

Jasmine glanced at the figure disappearing from her line of sight before shaking her head. “Let’s not disrupt her. If there’s a need, we’ll call the doctor then.”

Given the current situation, it seems that even if she’s genuinely feeling unwell, she would want some space alone. Charles really knows how to disappoint. After keeping her looking forward to it for so long, he just up and left without a word. Anyone would find it upsetting. Luckily, she isn’t the type to hold grudges. Otherwise, it’d be a long journey for him to win her back.