Wooing My Ex-Wife

Of course, the protagonist was merely Whitney. Even if these people were audacious, they wouldn’t dare to plot against Charles, unless they no longer wished to keep their job.

Moreover, Charles never stood up for Whitney, nor did he ever intervene in these matters these days, which further fueled the spread of the rumors.

That noon, a few people gathered in the restroom, and started a discussion about this matter.

“I wonder how Whitney has the nerve to stick around Mr. Newton. If it were me, I would have handed in my resignation long ago.”

“Well, I think she just wants to become Mrs. Newton, so she won’t let go that easily. Hence, being the CEO’s assistant is the first step to getting close to the CEO. Do you think she’s foolish?”

“She should really take a good look at herself and see if she’s even destined for such greatness. And who does she think she has her eyes on? She’s seriously deluded if she thinks she’s a phoenix.”

“Hehe, well, this is great. It is just as expected that she got kicked by Mr. Newton.”

“If it were me, I would dutifully go to work, earn a living, and marry a man who matches my social status. The key is to know one’s place.”

They were all chattering away by the sink, completely unaware that the person they were talking about was right behind them in the stall.

As Whitney listened to their conversation, she couldn’t help but clench her fists.

She felt a slight urge to go out and pick a fight with those gossipmongers,

But reason told her, she shouldn’t.

Charles held a high reputation within the company. If she were to leave now, it might look bad.

Once the noise outside the door had subsided, Whitney finally opened the partition door, ready to leave. However, when she tried to open the bathroom door, she found it had been locked from the outside.

No matter how she turned the handle, it just wouldn’t open.

Did those people from earlier do it on purpose?

Whitney pressed her face against the door frame and called out, “Is anyone there? I’m locked. in here. Could you please help me open the door?”

Once the door was locked from the outside, there was no way to open it from the inside.

Whitney pounded on the door with all her might, but the outside remained eerily silent, with no signs of anyone coming or going.

She glanced at the time and saw that it was the lunch break. Most of the employees should bet taking their afternoon nap, so there were very few people coming to the restroom.

On top of that, Whitney had already had enough of these people’s gossip. This time, she deliberately chose a more secluded restroom, but she didn’t expect to encounter such a situation…

pulled out her phone, hoping to call for help, only to find there was no signal. Now, all she could do was

an hour had passed, she tried knocking on the door again, calling out for help. Still, there was no response

the midst of cracking her head to think of a way when, with a sudden splash, a bucket of icy cold water was dumped in from a small window above the door, drenching

became wet, and stuck

she was shivering to her core now that she was drenched in

eyes slightly reddened. Then, she pulled out her phone

was a

she didn’t have a single friend in the company. The only person she had close contact with was

a leave that day

could

a time like this, Whitney

finally decided

Isaac’s questioning

“What’s wrong?”

of the twenty-first floor. I’ve been locked in here

bring someone over right

bathroom wall for support, feeling

cold, so she could only

water overflowing from the bathroom. The bathroom door lock had been maliciously sealed with tape.

the locksmith to pry open the

was losing her mind and seeing things. She staggered out of

drenched, Isaac took off his own coat, intending to drape

man who crossed paths with her might find himself caught in a

be affected by these things

very much.”

trembling slightly as

a quick look around the environment. This place was in a blind spot for surveillance, and with the constant flux

the company, Isaac furrowed his brows.

was determined to get to the bottom of

to tightly

office area. Whitney’s gaze just happened to meet with Charles, who was

mere glance, Whitney immediately lowered her head. She walked past

no energy to

lessen at all. She was

cold, but it’s nothing compared to the chill in

reach its limit,