Wooing My Ex-Wife

Inside the CEO’s office, Charles wore an extremely grim expression as he attentively listened to the report from the female employee standing before him.

“Recently, a rumor has been circulating within the company. It suggests that Whitney from the logistics department passed her job assessment smoothly due to her relationship with Mr. Turner. Furthermore, several staff members in the logistics department have witnessed Whitney and Mr. Turner spending time together, conversing and laughing. Occasionally. their behavior appears intimate… Just two days ago, someone even witnessed Mr. Turner pulling Whitney…” Sensing the palpable tension in the room, the employee’s voice gradually grew softer.

“Continue.” Charles’ voice remained calm and composed as he reclined lazily in his chair, holding a cigarette between his fingertips.

Concealed by the hazy smoke, his expression became inscrutable.

Someone saw Mr. Turner pulling Whitney closer by the waist, and Whitney’s face flushed. with shyness. She then gently pushed him away. And then…”

In the next instant, a porcelain ashtray whizzed past, narrowly missing the employee’s head at a startling speed. If it had been slightly off-target, her face would have been injured.

The ashtray fell to the floor, shattering into pieces with a sharp, crisp sound.

The employee didn’t dare to make a sound, fearing she might become embroiled in her boss”

She was quite unfortunate. Just as she was discussing this matter with her colleagues, Charles happened to walk by and overheard their conversation. He then pulled her aside, asking her to provide a report on the situation.

The office fell into a momentary silence. The inscrutable expression on Charles’ face rendered it impossible to discern his thoughts.

Several minutes passed before he finally said in a cold voice, “Get out.”

The employee nervously heaved a sigh of relief before stumbling out of the CEO’s office in a hurry.

Her legs nearly gave way beneath her the moment she stepped out the door.

Back in the office, Charles instructed the surveillance room employees to retrieve the footage. from the logistics department and send it to his computer.

At that moment, Charles’s computer screen displayed Whitney’s workstation. She was diligently working at her desk with a crumpled ball of waste paper resting beside her.

All the rumors circulating in the company would reach his ears eventually.

It was impossible that Whitney knew nothing about it.

But why has she never mentioned anything about this to me before? Does she secretly enjoy being the center of gossip?

that. He pressed the intercom button on his

entered the office, nervously asking. “Mr. Newton, you wanted to see me?”

visibly agitated, tugged at his tie and spoke with a cold tone. “In the future, please minimize your interactions with Whitney at the company. Any work related to her should be delegated to others.”

was well aware of the

dare to engage in private. interactions with Whitney no matter how audacious he was.

Newton, I take full responsibility for causing Mrs. Newton to be entangled in these

“Get out.”

Charles had no intention of punishing him, Isaac felt as

off work, Whitney began to pack up her

it was a message from Charles. Whitney’s heart

read: Let’s go back

the message, Whitney was taken aback.

days, she had been taking the bus on her own, followed by taking a taxi to a crossroads not

it off by

proposed heading home together. What’s

dwell on it and instead tidied up her workstation before leaving the office.

standing beside a

halted in her tracks when she was

in the distance, Charles ended the call, his expression indifferent. “What are you doing standing there? Waiting for me to

to his indifference, Whitney silently made her way

car glided down the road, with neither of the two occupants uttering a word. The only sound that filled the air was the rush of the wind past

suppress her curiosity and asked, “Why did you suddenly suggest leaving work

lurch forward violently due to inertia. She was convinced that if she hadn’t been

remained expressionless, asking coldly, “Don’t you think you should address the rumors circulating in

I are innocent; our communication is solely

telling the

glance in her direction.

doesn’t know how to stop it, why didn’t she come seeking my help? Why did she wait

Isaac. If he

day, he was the one responsible