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

“Okay.”

as he finished speaking, Charles

stood up and

she encountered along the way

today would no longer be affected by such looks.

started working as Charles’ assistant, the plots and schemes against her reduced significantly. She guessed that her detractors’ fear of

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

documents are on the sofa. Feel free to

to gesture toward the sofa

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

move all these documents upstairs, can

gave Queenie a confused look and asked, “Ms. Zeller, do you

should get

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

many? Is there a

at her

documents? How could I possibly carry

and saw

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

Charles after all. It’s not like

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

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

stacks of documents into the cardboard box, then somehow found a piece of rope and threaded it through a small hole within it.

making it easy to haul the

toward the elevator. As she passed the other employees by, many couldn’t help but

Whitney quickly arrived at

Knock, knock, knock….

“Come in.”

coldly, lifting his eyes just in time to see Whitney dragging in the

by the sight. “What are you

explained, “Mr. Newton, here’s the thing. I knew you were in a hurry to get these documents. If I moved them bit

to admit she’s