Single Mom's Sweet Husband by Charlotte

In the president's office.

Shane was seated in his office chair, with his fingers intertwined and his hands rested on the edge of the desk. On his face hung what seemed like a smile as he stared right into Charlotte's eyes.

She had returned to her usual composed, obedient self. The fiery tigress from earlier was nowhere to be found.

"Charlotte, do you not owe me an explanation?"

"An explanation?" What was there for her to explain? Shane's question caught Charlotte by surprise. Baffled, she raised her head to meet the man's eyes.

Sensing Charlotte's confusion, Shane pulled the corner of his lips up into a smirk. For the first time, he explained what was on his mind, 'T ve always despised employees who are constantly involved in strife." 'Constantly involved in strife?' she repeated in her heart.

'Me?'

'With which eye did he see me constantly

involved in strife?'

'Could it be my exchange with Jace earlier?'

Charlotte fell silent for a few seconds. Ultimately, she got herself together and, with a smile that lingered on the edges of her lips, she replied, "Mr. Fuller, I've only joined the company a few days ago. I have barely gotten to know everyone in the company! Who could I possibly involve in strife?"

She did not view herself as a competent employee of the company, nor was she a confidant of Shane's, so she felt no need to spill the truth.

all targeting you. Why

as those words left Shane's lips, Charlotte almost flipped out. 'Why is that, you ask? If it

not voice it aloud. After all, this job meant the world to her at that

on Charlotte's face, Shane's heart softened and his tone

you, you must be able to portray yourself as a capable, dignified professional."

You

could digest his message, Shane spun around in his office chair so that his back

me

always

walked back to

room, accompanied by some others. She planned to unearth the surveillance video from last night to better

were let go. It wasn't until noon that all the affairs were finally

there were gradually lesser and lesser accusing fingers pointing at

of the main doors of the office building, she was

sense of familiarity wash over

banquet." Yuliana pushed her chest forward, arrogance in every word as she stared Charlotte down. 'Ah, so this is Elaine's younger

vindictive tone, "I'm sorry, is there anything

to pull off a

the opening to look Charlotte up and down. Her gaze swept past every

she didn't have the chance to scrutinize this lady right

was clad in formal attire and a pair of black-framed glasses, in stark contrast to Yuliana and her branded outfit from top to