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.”

finished speaking, Charles hung up the phone.

and

the fifteenth floor. Everyone she encountered along the way looked at

no longer

significantly. She guessed that her detractors’

knocked on the door, and walked in. “Ms. Zeller, Mr. Newton sent me

sofa. Feel free to

pausing to gesture toward the sofa by the

feel it was right to interrupt. However, when her gaze landed

surely can’t… move all these

Zeller, do you know which document Mr. Newton

of them. Alright, you should get going

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

many? Is there a

at her

I really expected to move these mountainous piles of documents? How

out from the office and saw how

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

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

desk, Whitney could only move the files out

of a discarded cardboard box at the door. An idea instantly flashed across her mind.

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

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

the cardboard box toward the elevator. As

around her, Whitney quickly arrived at the CEO’s

Knock, knock, knock….

“Come in.”

eyes just in time to

puzzled by the sight. “What

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 only waste time but also interfere with others’ work. So, I made this box

to admit