The Ex and Her Riches

Once again. Whitney brought a cup of coffee into the office and carefully pushed it toward him. “Mr. Newton, your freshly brewed coffee is ready. Please have a taste. If it’s not to your liking. I can brew another one for you.”

Hearing her voice, Charles slowly raised his head and gave her a look.

He lifted his coffee and took a sip. His brows furrowed slightly first before his expression changed several times. An indiscernible look subsequently descended upon his face.

Gradually, one could tell from his eyes that he had fallen into deep thought.

Sweat beads formed on the tip of Whitney’s nose, her heart pounding wildly. Her mind was running wild. with all sorts of thoughts about Charles’s response.

She felt as if time had slowed to a standstill in the quiet office. It was as if even the air around her had been. sucked dry, making her feel so tense that she held her breath.

Such an amusing reaction greatly pleased Charles, causing a faint curve to appear at the corner of his mouth.

However, he quickly regained his composure, setting down the cup in his hand. His handsome features took on a more serious expression as he slowly uttered, “Mmm-hmm.”

The single hum was enough to make Whitney feel as if a heavy burden had been lifted off her chest, eliciting a long sigh of relief from her.

“Is there anything else you need, Mr. Newton?”

No one knew how torturous these past few minutes had been for her. Every second felt like an eternity.

“That’s all for now.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Charles’s gaze returned to the screen, no longer paying her any attention.

Upon hearing his words, Whitney respectfully nodded at him with the tray in her hands. She then confidently walked out of the office, carefully closing the door behind her.

As soon as she stepped out, she couldn’t contain the joy within her. She was so thrilled that she lifted the tray in a triumphant gesture. In that moment, she felt completely invigorated.

Phew!

Now that I finally have the chance to work with him, I must avoid annoying him at all costs.

She was determined to make all those who were prejudiced against her, see her in a new light.

Back at her desk, she barely had time to get comfortable when the phone on her desk started ringing again. She quickly picked it up, asking patiently, “Mr. Newton, what can I do for you?”

to Queenie’s place to collect the documents and bring

“Okay.”

speaking, Charles hung up

stood up and

up to the fifteenth floor. Everyone she encountered

no longer

as Charles’ assistant, the plots and schemes against her reduced significantly. She guessed that her detractors’ fear of Charles prevented them from causing any

and walked in. “Ms. Zeller, Mr. Newton sent me to

documents are on the sofa. Feel free to take

only pausing to gesture toward the sofa by the door before diving back

was, Whitney didn’t feel it was right to interrupt. However, when her gaze landed on the huge pile

all these documents upstairs, can

confused look and asked, “Ms. Zeller,

Alright, you should get

in a hurried tone. Buried in work, she sounded as if every extra word she spoke to Whitney was delaying

many? Is there a mistake?

at her

expected to move these mountainous piles of documents? How could I possibly carry it all by

looked out from the office and saw

at that point, she was

it. This task was given to me by Charles after all. It’s not

how busy Queenie was at her desk, Whitney could only move the files out of

caught a glimpse of a discarded cardboard box at the

box, then somehow found a piece of rope and threaded it through a small hole within

that, a simple little cart was made, making it easy to haul the documents to

the rope over her shoulder before dragging the cardboard box toward the elevator. As

those around her, Whitney quickly arrived at the CEO’s office door, dragging

Knock, knock, knock….

“Come in.”

his eyes just in time to see Whitney dragging in the mountainous pile of

the sight. “What are

these documents. If I moved them bit by bit, it would not only waste time but also interfere with others’ work. So, I made

admit she’s