The Ex and Her Riches

At this moment, Isaac led Whitney to the quiet, deserted end of the corridor before handing over the documents he was holding. “This is the document Mr. Newton requested I deliver to you. He asks that you compose a summary and send it to his email before the end of your workday.”

Feeling the weight of the files in her hand, Whitney nodded. “Okay, I’ll start on it. But, what’s wrong with you?”

She noticed the pallor on Isaac’s face.

Isaac appeared somewhat awkward, cleared his throat to conceal his embarrassment, and replied, “I caught a cold last night… If there’s nothing else, I’ll be on my way now.”

As she watched him hastily depart, a flurry of questions filled Whitney’s mind.

What’s going on?

Unaware that she had become the subject of conversation throughout the entire logistics department, Whitney remained puzzled by Isaac’s situation.

Upon her return to her desk, she couldn’t shake off the feeling that her colleagues in the logistics department were casting peculiar glances in her direction.

Nonetheless, Whitney had no intention of getting drawn into the office gossip. Since her arrival in the logistics department, it had seemed like the idle chatter never ceased. She decided to concentrate on completing the task Charles had assigned her first.

As the afternoon wore on, she ultimately completed the reading of all the documents. She then organized them into a single file and promptly sent it off to Charles.

Several days passed in this manner, and each day, Charles would provide new documents for her to organize, with Isaac handling their delivery.

Whitney gradually gained more experience in her job, and rumors slowly began circulating within the company.

One day, Whitney felt a slight discomfort in her stomach and hastily rushed to the bathroom.

She had barely settled into a restroom stall when, without delay, a few discordant voices echoed from outside the door.

company, haven’t you? That intern from the logistics department is truly remarkable. She hasn’t been here for long, and

top assistants. With his support, she can certainly hold her

recall correctly, she’s a pretty girl with blonde hair and blue eyes, isn’t she? She’s quite charming, but who would’ve guessed she’d be such a despicable person? It’s indeed a sign of the

walls have ears. Some things are better kept to ourselves. If this reaches Mr. Newton’s ears, we could be in serious trouble.”

as they left. After a considerable amount of time, Whitney

can’t believe the rumors in the company have

Charles had assigned to her recently, leaving her with little time to delve into office gossip. However, she never expected the situation to escalate to the point where even employees from other departments were discussing

department, Whitney was promptly summoned by the department

door and lowered the blinds, staring at Whitney with a serious expression.

of the potential consequences these rumors could have

her way up from the bottom, experiencing numerous situations, both positive and negative. She didn’t want Whitney to become embroiled in these trivial conflicts. and firmly believed that, given Whitney’s abilities, her

Queenie’s inquisitive gaze. Whitney nodded. “I understand, Ms.

the rumor? You still have half a month left in your internship. Do

intentionally allowed this matter to escalate to such

wry smile, Whitney shrugged helplessly. “Ms. Zeller, Mr. Turner and I are just regular colleagues. But do you think anyone will believe that?”

a dog with. Since explanations were proving to be my vain, she chose not to dwell on these futile matters.

a calm and composed expression, her conscience

may go now. Try to minimize your interactions with Mr. Turner for work matters recently to avoid giving people more to

Whitney left the

holding a stack of

Charles.

her way over to

time for Whitney’s internship evaluation. Successfully passing this assessment would allow her to continue working at Newton Group

joined by leaders from other departments. Coincidentally, Isaac was also

written examination materials were given to Whitney. Under the watchful gaze of the four evaluators,

test paper, exhaling a long sigh of