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.”

tone that brooked no argument and left her no

at a loss for

Fine then.

and limped as she

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

made arrangements for

this matter loudly in the

had personally arranged for Whitney to

leaving. Whitney knocked on Queenie’s office door.

“Come in.”

took the initiative to pour

news from 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

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

was truly grateful

you’ve achieved is due to your own hard work. I simply

“Okay.”

bidding farewell to Queenie, Whitney headed to the top floor with her

on

who she was

was almost on the

special aides around Mr. Newton are men? How

you understand? This person named Whitney is quite capable. In a short period of time, she hast risen from an intern to the position of the CEO’s assistant. From what I

remember she

knows? The thoughts of the CEO are beyond our comprehension.

discussions had been almost a daily occurrence

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

assistant, she realized just how many tasks Charles had to

Ding!

rang. It

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

addressed him

coffee for me. Three parts

Whitney could even respond, the

What the heck?

hot? How am I

either too hot

Whitney was overwhelmed.

liked freshly ground coffee. However, every time she ground