The Ex and Her Riches

Charles’ eyes were filled with nothing but disdain, making Whitney feel somewhat embarrassed.

That plan was the result of her pondering all afternoon.

She raised her hand to shield her screen, stuttering, “Um… I-I’m not done yet. This is just a prototype.”

As she spoke, she lacked any hint of confidence. She wasn’t adept at creating proposals, but luckily, Queenie had given her half a month. She still had the opportunity to refine her work.

In that case, Charles didn’t feel like dampening her enthusiasm, simply asking. “Do you plan on sleeping. at the office tonight?” Judging by her demeanor, if I didn’t show up, she might actually spend the night at the office. I really can’t fathom what’s going on in her mind.

Only then did Whitney notice the time. She hadn’t realized it was almost ten in the night.

At that moment, her stomach growled, a blush instantly coloring her neck. Even the tips of her ears turned red.

“Haven’t eaten yet?” asked Charles.

Whitney nodded. If it weren’t for Charles, she wouldn’t have realized it was already past her working -hours.

Seeing that, Charles was somewhat dissatisfied and said coldly, “Pack up and head home.”

Whitney didn’t dare to refuse his request. She quickly saved the draft on her computer, picked up her bag. and followed him out.

His strides were long, so Whitney had to jog to keep up with his pace.

Soon after, his luxury car roared to life, taking off at a speed akin to an arrow released from its bow. Startled, Whitney immediately gripped her seatbelt tightly.

Charles rolled down the car window, letting the cold wind sweep into the car.

Dressed in thin clothing, Whitney felt a chill as the wind blew toward her. She couldn’t help but wrap her arms around herself, silently enduring the cold.

her lips, which were pale from the cold. Charles’ expression grew even more annoyed.

said, “Have you lost your voice? Are you trying to catch

and a faint tobacco scent. Whitney was about to be moved

if he enjoys the night breeze? I just don’t want to upset him.

His tone was

Whitney felt uncomfortable, she

residence, he wrapped his arm around her waist, gently pulling her into his embrace as they

workaholic. You disregard everything when you’re working. Whitney is frail, you know.

quickly clarified, “No, Jasmine, it’s not what Charles came home late

revealed an understanding expression and said, “That’s wonderful news! It seems

eaten yet. Will you take responsibility if you

of the Newton family, Charles often

though Whitney knew he was doing that to deal with the Newton family, she couldn’t help but feel a flutter of excitement in her

for that moment, she

wife from her meal any longer. Are you happy now? Let me tell you, Charles, showing off your love is disgraceful!” Jasmine made a funny face, then went off to chat

they entered the room, he let

can make something to eat for myself. I

on the bed,”

it is. Besides agreeing, she couldn’t say anything else.

walked to the side of the bed, dialed the phone downstairs, and ordered, “Bring a bowl of pasta with an egg

company moments ago was

of pasta. The enticing aroma stirred- Whitney’s appetite. However, due to Charles’ presence. Whitney remained

over her. She bathed and went to bed, knowing that Charles wouldn’t return that night. She chose a

fly by when one was busy. At first, Whitney found the planning to be a real headache. However, after getting through the

During the period she was completing the proposal, she also consulted Queenie a

most incisive suggestions for her proposal. It was during that period