Wanda stood there, completely stunned.
She couldn't understand it.She refused to understand it.
How could a man be so indifferent to her carefully revealed vulnerability?
Behind her, Molly was just as shocked. She had personally seen Wanda's tactics work on countless men—young heirs, middle-aged tycoons, even hardened executives. That soft stumble, the controlled gasp, the exposed curve of skin—it was practically a guaranteed hit.
Yet with Jason Carter, it was useless.
Not just useless.
It was invisible.
A few steps away, Mia, Grace, and Charlotte had all noticed what happened.
For a split second, they were surprised.
Then—almost at the same time—they laughed.
It wasn't mocking laughter. It was light, relaxed, even a little pleased.
Jason wasn't gentle with everyone.
And that realization made them happy.
Women were like that.
They wanted a man who was cold and distant to other women, but attentive and indulgent toward them.
Even if in Jason's case, "her" had become "them," the logic still held.
They could feel it clearly—whatever place they held in Jason's heart, it was different from women like Wanda.
And that was enough.
They exchanged a glance, saw the same thought in each other's eyes, and didn't bother offering Wanda a hand.
With long, unhurried strides, the four women followed Jason out.
Wanda watched their retreating figures, her hair slightly messy in the night breeze, her pride bruised and exposed.
Molly hurried over and helped her up, sighing softly."A true top-tier tycoon really is different, Wan'er. He can actually stay unmoved by someone like you. Maybe… it's because he's never lacked beautiful women."
Wanda clenched her teeth.
"I'm not worse than them," she said stubbornly. "If they can do it, I can too."
Grabbing Molly's wrist, she hurried after them.
Outside, four luxury cars were already waiting under the hotel lights, guided by attentive valet staff.
As expected—luxury was the baseline for the women around Jason.
Jason opened the door of a Rolls-Royce Cullinan and got in with Charlotte.
Mia, Grace each entered their own cars. The two women were clearly reluctant to part, but none of them voiced it.
They understood the balance.
Wanda's eyes burned.
She jumped into a taxi and hurriedly told the driver to follow them, making up an excuse on the spot.
Normally, taxi drivers wouldn't dare tail luxury vehicles like that—it was asking for trouble. But Wanda's voice was sweet, urgent, and convincing. She claimed she was the wealthy man's woman who had been left behind.
The driver hesitated… then believed her.
Inside the Cullinan, the driver-bodyguard spoke calmly through his earpiece.
"Sir, there's a car following us. Female passenger. We've identified her—Wanda."
Jason already knew who it was.
"Ignore her," he said lightly.
Charlotte leaned closer, her eyes shimmering with a natural, seductive glow."You really are irresistible, Jason."
Tonight, Jason hadn't left with Mia, Grace.
He had chosen her.
The meaning behind that choice was obvious.
Charlotte not only didn't resist—it made her heart race.
Despite her innate allure and experience in reading people, she was still inexperienced in some ways. A faint blush crept up her cheeks, making her already captivating charm even more dangerous.
Jason chuckled softly."Women like Wanda… they're just unlucky in love. Not as charming as they think."
Charlotte tilted her head, watching him closely."Then what kind of woman wouldn't be considered unlucky?"
They were already sitting close.
Now she leaned in just a little more.
Her delicate face, slender neck, and a hint of pale skin at her collarbone were right in front of him. Her chin lifted slightly, eyes locked onto his—curious, inviting, and confident.
The distance between them was no longer about space.
It was about choice.
Both women were alluring—but the difference between them was obvious.
Megan's charm was something she had consciously cultivated. It was subtle, restrained, and deeply layered. Men without experience might not even realize they were being drawn in. To them, she would simply seem gentle, considerate, even virtuous—the kind of woman people instinctively thought of as "good wife material."
Charlotte, however, was different.
Her allure was innate.
Every movement, every glance, every breath carried a quiet magnetism. Her presence struck immediately, almost physically. It was the kind of beauty that made people imagine warmth and fragrance where none had been promised. Naturally, that also led to misunderstandings—many assumed a woman like her must be frivolous or promiscuous.
Jason didn't say anything.
Instead, he wrapped an arm around Charlotte's waist and pulled her closer.
Charlotte let out a soft, startled sound and instinctively leaned into him, her body fitting against his as if it belonged there.
Some people liked to brag about dating "techniques." Others didn't need any techniques at all. With enough presence, power, and certainty, attraction became effortless.
Charlotte's breath brushed Jason's cheek as she spoke softly, her voice low and sincere.
"Jason… I was drawn to you the first time I saw you. Tonight, after everything you did, I don't even know how to describe it. A man like you… is worth giving my heart to. And I want you to know—I'm not the kind of woman people assume I am."
Jason lowered his head slightly, his gaze steady.
"I know," he said calmly. "I never thought that about you."
Charlotte froze for a moment, staring at him.
In his eyes, she didn't see desire alone—she saw trust.
That single realization shook her more deeply than any compliment ever could.
She moved closer without hesitation, resting her forehead briefly against his, letting the moment linger.
When the Rolls-Royce Cullinan finally came to a smooth stop, it was before a quiet riverside villa.
Jason led Charlotte inside.
The villa was new—modern, spacious, overlooking the water. Soft lights reflected off the river outside, and everything inside was already prepared, clean, and warm.
This was another of Jason's residences—different from the mountain villas, the lake estates, or the coastal properties.
Another kind of calm.
Charlotte stood still for a moment, taking it all in. Then she turned, wrapped her arms around Jason again, and rested her head against his chest.
She didn't say anything more.
She didn't need to.
At the gated entrance, a taxi stopped.
Wanda and Molly stepped out, staring in silence at the villa before them.
The property was enormous. Elegant. Quiet. With a private riverfront.
Even at a glance, its value was unmistakable—well into eight figures.
Wanda's heartbeat quickened.
She had done her research. She knew the difference between penthouses and villas in Jason's world.
And now, seeing this—
Her fingers curled slowly.
If she could just cross that line…If she could just be chosen—
The thought alone made her breath unsteady.
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