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?”

Queenie’s place to collect the

“Okay.”

as he finished speaking,

stood up and pulled

the fifteenth floor. Everyone she encountered along the way

no longer be affected by such

against her reduced significantly. She guessed that her detractors’ fear of Charles prevented

knocked on the door, and walked in.

the documents are on the sofa. Feel free to take them.”

to gesture toward

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

surely can’t… move all these documents upstairs,

a confused look and asked, “Ms. Zeller, do you know which document Mr. Newton

should get going and

as if every extra word she spoke to Whitney was delaying her

That many? Is

at her feet.

documents? How could I possibly carry it all by

looked out from the office and

wanted to find someone to help her at that point, she was worried that they would end up avoiding

Charles after all. It’s not like it’s going to kill me

her desk, Whitney could only move the files out of the office little by little so as not to disturb her.

she caught a glimpse of a discarded cardboard box at the door. An

documents into the cardboard box, then somehow found a piece of rope and threaded it through

making it easy to haul the documents to

dragging the cardboard box toward the elevator. As she passed the other employees by, many couldn’t help but turn their gaze toward

of those around her, Whitney quickly arrived at the CEO’s office door, dragging along the pile of documents.

Knock, knock, knock….

“Come in.”

in time to see Whitney dragging in the mountainous

puzzled by the sight.

in a hurry to get these documents. If I moved them bit by bit, it would not only waste time but also interfere with others’ work.

to admit she’s pretty