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

the car, Charles tossed his jacket onto her. Slightly annoyed, he said, “Have you lost your

Whitney was about

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

His tone was domineering

felt uncomfortable, she didn’t

he wrapped his arm around her waist, gently pulling

frail, you know. Do you really have the heart to make her work overtime with you?

“No, Jasmine, it’s not what Charles came home late because he was keeping

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

eaten yet. Will you take responsibility if you keep delaying her

the Newton family, Charles often

that to deal with the Newton family, she couldn’t help

that moment, she was his true

any longer. Are you happy now? Let me tell you, Charles, showing off your love is disgraceful!”

moment they entered

something to eat for

the bed,” he said.

is. Besides agreeing, she couldn’t say anything

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

that, Whitney couldn’t help but let out a quiet chuckle. The gloom she had felt at the company moments ago was instantly swept

The enticing aroma stirred- Whitney’s appetite. However, due to Charles’ presence. Whitney remained somewhat reserved, eating very slowly.

drink, Whitney felt a wave of tiredness wash over her. She bathed and went to bed,

busy. At first, Whitney found the planning to be a real headache. However, after getting through

the initial proposal acquired some reference value. During the period she was

her proposal. It was during that period that Whitney grew a lot. Her perspective and knowledge all elevated to a