Wooing My Ex-Wife

At this moment, Isaac led Whitney to the quiet, deserted end of the corridor before handing over the documents he was holding. “This is the document Mr. Newton requested I deliver to you. He asks that you compose a summary and send it to his email before the end of your workday.”

Feeling the weight of the files in her hand, Whitney nodded. “Okay, I’ll start on it. But, what’s wrong with you?”

She noticed the pallor on Isaac’s face.

Isaac appeared somewhat awkward, cleared his throat to conceal his embarrassment, and replied, “I caught a cold last night… If there’s nothing else, I’ll be on my way now.”

As she watched him hastily depart, a flurry of questions filled Whitney’s mind.

What’s going on?

Unaware that she had become the subject of conversation throughout the entire logistics department, Whitney remained puzzled by Isaac’s situation.

Upon her return to her desk, she couldn’t shake off the feeling that her colleagues in the logistics department were casting peculiar glances in her direction.

Nonetheless, Whitney had no intention of getting drawn into the office gossip. Since her arrival in the logistics department, it had seemed like the idle chatter never ceased. She decided to concentrate on completing the task Charles had assigned her first.

As the afternoon wore on, she ultimately completed the reading of all the documents. She then organized them into a single file and promptly sent it off to Charles.

Several days passed in this manner, and each day, Charles would provide new documents for her to organize, with Isaac handling their delivery.

Whitney gradually gained more experience in her job, and rumors slowly began circulating within the company.

One day, Whitney felt a slight discomfort in her stomach and hastily rushed to the bathroom.

She had barely settled into a restroom stall when, without delay, a few discordant voices echoed from outside the door.

all probably heard the recent rumors going around the company, haven’t you? That intern from the logistics department is truly remarkable. She hasn’t been here for long, and yet she’s already made an impression on

is a well-respected figure, one of Mr. Newton’s top assistants. With his support, she

with blonde hair and blue eyes, isn’t she? She’s quite charming, but who would’ve guessed she’d be such a despicable person? It’s

are better kept to ourselves. If this reaches Mr. Newton’s ears, we could be in

continued their conversation as they left. After a considerable amount of time, Whitney finally emerged from the bathroom, her face wearing a

the rumors in the company have already spread to

assigned to her recently, leaving her with little time to delve into office gossip. However, she never expected the situation to escalate to the point where even

returning to the logistics department, Whitney was

office door and lowered the blinds, staring at Whitney

the recent rumors circulating throughout the company, haven’t you? Are you aware of the potential consequences these

and negative. She didn’t want Whitney to become embroiled in these trivial conflicts. and firmly believed that, given Whitney’s abilities, her potential exceeded

Queenie’s inquisitive gaze. Whitney nodded. “I understand,

embellish the rumor? You still have half a month left in your internship. Do you really wish to continue working at this company or not?” Queenie expressed her frustration and

Queenie had assumed that Whitney had intentionally allowed this matter to

Zeller, Mr. Turner and I are

it’s easy to find a stick to beat a dog with. Since explanations were proving to be my vain, she chose not to dwell on these futile

a calm and composed expression, her conscience

to minimize your interactions with Mr. Turner for work matters recently to avoid giving people

thanking Queenie, Whitney left

a stack of documents,

Charles.

way over

soon time for Whitney’s internship evaluation. Successfully passing this assessment would allow her to continue working at Newton Group as she desired.

joined by leaders from other departments. Coincidentally, Isaac was also

Whitney. Under the watchful gaze of the

Whitney submitted her test paper,