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…

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.

a bucket of

became wet, and stuck

shivering to her core now that

herself, the corners of her eyes slightly reddened. Then, she pulled out her phone once

there was a signal.

through the address book, she realized that she didn’t have a single friend in the company. The only person she had close contact with

Queenie took a leave that day

who could offer her help

time like this, Whitney never even considered calling

hesitation, she finally decided to

the call connected, Isaac’s questioning voice came through

“What’s wrong?”

the restroom on the east wing of the twenty-first floor.

someone over right

hanging up the phone, Whitney leaned against the bathroom wall for support, feeling unwell from head

so she could only hug

arrived, he saw water overflowing from the bathroom. The bathroom door lock had been

the locksmith to pry open

moment she saw Isaac, Whitney thought she was losing her mind and seeing things. She staggered out of the restroom soon

off his own coat, intending to drape it over her, but

she was the center of attention in the company. Any man who crossed paths with her might find himself caught in a whirlwind of rumors.

Isaac to be affected by these

you very

tightly, her figure trembling slightly as she walked towards

the environment. This place was in a blind spot for surveillance, and with the constant flux of people coming and

the company, Isaac

determined to get to

the elevator, causing Whitney to tightly wrap her arms.

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

Whitney immediately lowered her head. She walked past Charles and returned

and physically exhausted, with no energy to focus on her work. She was making mistakes more often than not

She

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

its limit, as if she could hardly hold on any longer.