The Ex and Her Riches

After being called out, Whitney could not help but sneeze a few times.

Isaac, with a concerned tone, asked, “What’s wrong?”

Whitney shook her head, bringing the conversation back on track. She asked, “Did he give you any instructions?”

“Mr. Newton has asked me to convey that you shouldn’t continue with the cleaning chores. O-Otherwise, there would be no need for you to stay in the Newton Group any longer.”

A slight twitch tugged at the corner of Whitney’s mouth. Huh? Does he think I did that voluntarily?

Considering her status as an intern and her limited knowledge of workplace rules, those people assigned tasks to her that were beyond her purview.

However, Isaac’s tone was already quite tactful. It was possible that Charles’s initial words were even harsher. Fine.

“Got it.” Whitney acknowledged, feeling a bit of a headache coming on. She then asked, “Is there anything else?”

“That’s all. Please take good care of yourself. I’ll be leaving now.” As the words fell, Isaac turned and left.

Whitney also returned to her own workstation, continuing the work she had not finished earlier.

Splat!

A stack of files suddenly landed on her desk. Whitney looked up, meeting the arrogant gaze of her female colleague, Lana.

Lana hugged her own arms and huffed lightly, “What are you looking at? You need to input all of these into the system by midnight. You’ll be held accountable if you can’t complete it on time and cause a delay for those handling the subsequent tasks.”,

The stack of documents that Lana brought was so high that it completely obscured Whitney’s face.

Whitney flipped through the documents on the table, all filled with data and meeting records.

If she remembered correctly, the content of these documents was not within the scope of what she should be recording.

and declined. “Lana, this is not part of my job. I

into the night. tomorrow. It was evident that Lana was simply delegating all the strenuous work

She forcefully slammed her desk. and raised her voice. “You’re just an intern right now. Do you really understand what tasks you should be doing and what tasks you shouldn’t be? As long as you’re in the logistics department, the department’s work is your

loud that it attracted the attention of everyone

good-natured, but that did not mean she

you? Go ahead, complain to him, and see if he can help you. Don’t think that just because you

carefully, Whitney Mellor,” Lana warned sternly. “Interns are expected to handle these tasks,

believed Whitney must be going to great lengths to get in the good

the floor, right in the middle of the aisle. It’s not my job, anyway. I

by her actions, her anger flaring up once again.

to lose her temper, the department head suddenly emerged from

it meant to walk out with a box.

head, wearing an expression of profound concern, approached the crowd and offered a deep bow. “All good things must come to an end. I will no longer have

the department head was preparing to leave with his belongings, Lana hurriedly questioned him. “Sir, why are you departing so abruptly? I thought you’ve been performing excellently all these years. Are you moving to a different position for a higher salary, or are you being transferred to another department?” He shook his head. “I can no longer work for the Newton Group or any of its subsidiaries

that, the department

mean he’s fired? There hadn’t been any significant

tasks for a moment..I have an announcement to make.” At this moment, another department manager walked over, clapping

departure. She sat quietly at her desk, waiting for the manager to make an

of our logistics department’s head is currently vacant, but a new head will arrive tomorrow. I hope everyone can get along well with the new leader and continue to work hard,” the manager announced. “All right. That’s all. Let’s all

her brows in thought. A new department

were any significant. changes to high-ranking personnel. Unless an employee made a

in the company. Why would he suddenly replace the head of

it. Why should I care about this? I’m just an intern, I better focus on finishing

Whitney finally completed her own tasks, stretching

she even wanted to buy

no one in the Newton family, including Charles, knew about her birthday. She decided to

her phone and scrolled to Charles’ contact, the nickname “Hubby” glaringly obvious. The last