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?”

collect the documents and bring them

“Okay.”

speaking, Charles hung

stood up and pulled

encountered along the way looked

Whitney of today would no longer be affected

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

quickly arrived outside Queenie’s office, knocked on the door, and walked in. “Ms. Zeller, Mr. Newton

are on the sofa. Feel

at the keyboard, only pausing to gesture toward the sofa by the door before diving

feel it was right to interrupt. However, when her gaze landed on the huge pile of documents on the sofa, she was instantly petrified.

these documents

confused look and asked, “Ms. Zeller,

should get going and

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

Is there a mistake?

froze at

piles of documents? How could I possibly carry it all

looked out from the office and saw how busy everyone else was.

that point, she was worried that they

all. It’s not

at her desk, Whitney could only move the files out of the office little by

office, she caught a glimpse of a discarded cardboard box at the door. An idea instantly

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

making it

toward the elevator. As she passed

arrived at the CEO’s office door, dragging along the

Knock, knock, knock….

“Come in.”

in time to see Whitney dragging

sight.

the sweat from her forehead and explained, “Mr. Newton, here’s the thing. I knew you were in a hurry to get these documents. If I moved them bit by bit, it would not

admit she’s pretty smart,