The Ex and Her Riches

Whitney was terrified to the core and too scared to struggle for fear that she might fall flat on her bum.

Feeling the warmth of his body and the rhythm of his heartbeat, Whitney slowly turned her head and raised her swollen eyes to meet his gaze.

At that very moment, her eyes resembled an aggrieved baby deer who was desperately in need of her master’s comfort and yearning for a warm embrace to alleviate all the malice she had endured recently.

Charles settled on the couch and allowed Whitney to sit on his lap. His fingertips threaded through her golden hair and soothingly massaged the back of her head.

Whitney was stunned.

It seemed as if the man before her eyes had been possessed.

He was so gentle that it felt like a trap.

In his arms. Whitney gradually calmed down.

“Are you feeling better after letting it all out?”

Whitney blinked her long lashes, which were wet with tears before nodding in a daze.

Charles took a tissue and gently wiped her tears away. “Do you still want to resign?”

His voice was unusually gentle.

Somewhat taken aback, Whitney still nodded. Her gaze was resolute.

Understanding her concerns, Charles released his embrace, pressed the intercom, and instructed Isaac, “Whitney will work at the top level from now on and serve as my assistant.”

Upon hearing that, Whitney was shocked.

Gossip had already spread like wildfire in the company. If she were to work directly by his side, it would inevitably fuel the rumors even more.

She did not want to become a burden to him.

When the call ended, Charles’ gaze turned to her. Raising an eyebrow, he said, “What else are you worried about? No one dares to gossip when you’re working with me.”

“But… I don’t want to cause you any trouble.”

Charles stood up, returned to his desk, and quickly immersed himself in his work. His fingers were rapidly typing on the keyboard, and he completely ignored Whitney’s words.

“Go pack your things.”

the same tone that brooked no argument and

a loss

Fine then.

nodded and limped as she

Whitney quickly took the folder from his hands. “I can do it

be ready soon. The HR department has already made arrangements for your position. Starting tomorrow, you will

this matter loudly in

had personally arranged for Whitney to work by

on Queenie’s

“Come in.”

visitor was Whitney, Queenie took the initiative to

the HR department. From now on, you’ll be working alongside Mr. Newton. Working with the CEO is not like working in the logistics department. You need to be on your toes at all times. Try your best not to make mistakes. Do you

was an intern, you have generously shared your work experience with me. If it weren’t for your

was truly grateful to

head with a smile. “You don’t need to thank anyone. Everything you’ve achieved is due to your own hard work. I simply saw my past self in you.

“Okay.”

Whitney headed to the top floor

the name of Charles new assistant on the company’s official website, the whole company instantly erupted in commotion.

uninterested in Whitney became curious about who she was and how she had the ability

name was almost on the lips

Mr. Newton are men? How come this time. they’ve let someone from the logistics department become

a short period of time, she hast risen from an intern to the position of the CEO’s assistant. From what I

Newton is not the type to be swayed by beauty. She must possess extraordinary abilities to have caught his eye. I remember she even presented a plan at the general staff meeting.

beyond our comprehension. Let’s just focus on doing our

discussions had been almost a daily occurrence since Whitney became the CEO’s

top-level assistant’s desk, Whitney was organizing the documents

the CEO’s assistant, she realized just how many tasks Charles had to

Ding!

her rang. It was

answered, “Mr. Newton, may I

hours, she addressed him as Mr. Newton.

cup of coffee for me.

Whitney could even respond,

What the heck?

sugar, seventy percent hot? How am I supposed to

Charles had always complained that the coffee she made was either too hot or too cold.

Whitney was overwhelmed.

even more was that he only liked freshly ground coffee. However, every time she ground the coffee, it hurt