The Ex and Her Riches

“Mr. Newton, as per your instructions, I’ve assigned tasks to Ms. Mellor and downloaded the surveillance footage from the night before the meeting,” Queenie reported before handing the flash drive to Charles respectfully and stepping aside.

Charles promptly plugged the flash drive into the computer, his expression growing colder. as he watched the video on the screen.

All the surveillance cameras in the Newton Group were equipped with night vision capabilities, so it was clear to see that the two figures were Lana and Sissi,

They stealthily approached Whitney’s desk, fiddled around with her computer for a while, and then took away the printed documents she had left on her desk.

As it turned out, Charles had grown suspicious when Whitney said the proposal was missing.

For a while, the latter had spent almost all her time working on the project, whether at the office or home.

Moreover, based on Charles’ understanding of Whitney, she was certainly not the type to be careless. If her documents were missing, the only explanation was that someone had tampered with them behind her back.

“Don’t act rashly on this matter for now,” Charles instructed as he turned off the computer screen. “Continue to monitor those individuals, but don’t arouse any suspicion.”

“Yes, Mr. Newton.”

With that, Queenie left the office, unable to curb the growing sense of perplexity.

Hmm… Generally speaking, there are only two reasons a CEO would take special care of an ordinary employee. The first reason is that he has become smitten with her, while the second is that she pulled strings to get into the company. From what I’ve observed recently, it doesn’t seem like Whitney’s related to any big shots. If any, the rumors revolve around her and the assistant, Isaac. Besides, after my private interactions with her, it’s pretty clear she isn’t the kind of woman who’d resort to unscrupulous methods to climb the social ladder. That means there’s only one possibility left-Mr. Newton likes Whitney! Otherwise, he wouldn’t have taken the trouble of dismissing the previous manager, transferring me from the branch office, and entrusting Whitney to my care. There’s one thing I don’t understand, though… Why doesn’t Mr. Newton assign Whitney to a large department if he fancies her? After all, working in the logistics department offers little room for advancement and minimal contact with the CEO…

The next second, everything suddenly became clear to Queenie.

Oh! Mr. Newton is doing this to protect Whitney! The office gossip is so rampant that if he showed favoritism toward Whitney, it’d undoubtedly draw criticism from others. When that happens, more people will pick on her, making her days at the company even more difficult.

Having understood the situation, Queenie couldn’t help but shake her head as she returned to her office.

delivering the purchased items

been busy with work all afternoon and couldn’t even find the time to have some

delivered, Whitney stepped into the elevator and leaned against the wall, so exhausted that she failed to

please press the button for the fifteenth floor for me?

person standing behind her

stepped in front of Whitney, only to see

eyes, she immediately looked

eyes, Charles asked, “Am I really

house or the office, she always looks at me with a hint of

Whitney gave an awkward smile, her palms slightly sweaty. “No, you aren’t scary, Mr. Newton. I was only startled because

Ding!

to flee when the elevator reached the fifteenth floor,

say, the

me a massive headache. I’ll lose my mind if the staff

that thought in mind, she walked briskly ahead, determined to

but now, all she could feel was fear

Charles’ arrival. Those who were slacking off only seconds ago immediately went back to focusing on their tasks at hand.

up alone, Lana knew better than to overstep her boundaries again, no matter how much she wanted to impress him.

merely walked up to Whitney, lingered around for two

the logistics department

drop by for an

Charles was gone, the office area erupted into chaos.

comparison game. “I think Mr. Newton was looking at me

those words, the