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.”

still the same tone that brooked no argument

was at a loss for

Fine then.

limped as she walked

Whitney quickly took the folder

made arrangements for your position. Starting

this matter loudly in

to convey the message that Charles had personally arranged for Whitney to work

on Queenie’s office door.

“Come in.”

seeing that the visitor was Whitney, Queenie took the initiative to pour

Mr. Newton. Working with the CEO is not like working in the logistics department. You need to be on your toes at all

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

truly grateful to

her head with a smile. “You don’t need to thank anyone. Everything you’ve achieved is due to your own hard

“Okay.”

to the top floor with her

Charles new assistant on the company’s official website, the

she was and how she had

the

assistants and special aides around Mr. Newton are men? How come

time, she hast risen from an intern to the position

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

of the CEO are beyond our comprehension. Let’s just focus on doing our

almost a daily occurrence since Whitney became the CEO’s

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

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

Ding!

rang. It was connected to Charles’ office.

hurriedly answered, “Mr. Newton, may I ask what your

she addressed him as Mr. Newton.

cup of coffee for me. Three

even respond,

What the heck?

seventy percent hot? How am I supposed to measure that?

Charles had always complained that the coffee she made was either too hot or too cold. This time, he gave her

Whitney was overwhelmed.

freshly ground coffee. However, every time she ground the coffee, it hurt her hands..