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.”

was still the same tone that brooked no argument and

was at a loss

Fine then.

as she walked

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

HR department has already made arrangements for your position. Starting tomorrow, you

this matter loudly in the

to convey the message that Charles had personally arranged for Whitney to work by his side.

Whitney knocked on Queenie’s

“Come in.”

seeing that the visitor was Whitney, Queenie took the

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

Zeller. Thank you. Ever since I was an intern, you have generously shared your work experience

was truly grateful to

to thank anyone. Everything you’ve achieved is due to your own hard work. I simply saw

“Okay.”

bidding farewell to Queenie, Whitney headed to

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

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

Whitney’s name was almost on the lips

special aides around Mr. Newton are men? How come this time. they’ve let

Whitney is quite capable. In a short period of time, she hast risen from an intern to the

have caught his eye. I remember she even presented a plan at the general

of the CEO are beyond our comprehension.

been almost a daily occurrence since Whitney

desk, Whitney was organizing

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

Ding!

her rang.

hurriedly answered, “Mr. Newton, may I ask

addressed him as Mr.

a cup of coffee for me. Three parts sugar and seventy percent hot.”

could even respond,

What the heck?

sugar, seventy percent hot? How am

complained that the coffee she made was either too hot or too cold. This time, he gave her a specific

Whitney was overwhelmed.

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