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.

you. Why is

left Shane's lips, Charlotte almost flipped out. 'Why is that, you ask? If it isn't all thanks to you!' she hissed

aloud. After all, this job

Charlotte's face, Shane's

must be able to portray yourself as a capable,

all. You

in his office chair so

just give me

he always been this

Charlotte walked back to her

Watson, another secretary, was heading toward the security room, accompanied by some others. She planned to unearth the surveillance video

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

these happenings. Still, over time, there were gradually lesser and lesser accusing fingers pointing at her in hatred, until the

the office building, she was stopped by a woman in a branded

alarm. At first glance, Charlotte felt a sense of familiarity wash over her, but she couldn't pinpoint exactly where

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

instantly darkened and she spoke in a vindictive tone,

off a friendly demeanour while dealing with anyone related to

advantage of the opening to look Charlotte up and down. Her

the chance to scrutinize this lady right

glasses, in stark contrast to Yuliana and her branded outfit from top to