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

Fine then.

limped as she walked

the logistics department, Isaac was personally packing her things. Whitney quickly took the folder from his hands. “I

department has already made arrangements for your position. Starting tomorrow, you will officially be Mr. Newton’s assistant.”

matter loudly in the

message that Charles had personally arranged for Whitney to

leaving. Whitney knocked on Queenie’s

“Come in.”

that the visitor was Whitney, Queenie took the initiative to pour her a

CEO is not like working in the logistics department. You need to be on your toes

intern, you have generously shared your work

truly grateful to

smile. “You don’t need to thank anyone. Everything you’ve achieved is due to your own hard work. I simply

“Okay.”

headed to the top floor with her

on the company’s official website, the

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

name was almost on the lips of every employee

that all the assistants and special aides around Mr. Newton are men?

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

extraordinary abilities to have caught his eye. I remember she even presented a plan at the

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

almost a daily occurrence

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

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

Ding!

of her rang. It was connected to Charles’ office.

her throat, Whitney hurriedly answered, “Mr. Newton, may I

during work hours, she addressed him as Mr.

me. Three parts

Whitney could even respond,

What the heck?

sugar, seventy percent hot? How am I supposed to

the coffee she made was either too

Whitney was overwhelmed.

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