The Ex and Her Riches novel (Gwendolyn and Maverick)

Chapter 842 Impossible To Please

Whitney was terrified to the core and too scared to struggle for fear that she might fall flat on her bum.

Feeling the warmth of his body and the rhythm of his heartbeat, Whitney slowly turned her head and raised her swollen eyes to meet his gaze.

At that very moment, her eyes resembled an aggrieved baby deer who was desperately in need of her master’s comfort and yearning for a warm embrace to alleviate all the malice she had endured recently.

Charles settled on the couch and allowed Whitney to sit on his lap. His fingertips threaded through her golden hair and soothingly massaged the back of her head.

Whitney was stunned.

It seemed as if the man before her eyes had been possessed.

He was so gentle that it felt like a trap.

In his arms. Whitney gradually calmed down.

“Are you feeling better after letting it all out?”

Whitney blinked her long lashes, which were wet with tears before nodding in a daze.

Charles took a tissue and gently wiped her tears away. “Do you still want to resign?”

His voice was unusually gentle.

Somewhat taken aback, Whitney still nodded. Her gaze was resolute.

Understanding her concerns, Charles released his embrace, pressed the intercom, and instructed Isaac, “Whitney will work at the top level from now on and serve as my assistant.”

Upon hearing that, Whitney was shocked.

Gossip had already spread like wildfire in the company. If she were to work directly by his side, it would inevitably fuel the rumors even more.

She did not want to become a burden to him.

When the call ended, Charles’ gaze turned to her. Raising an eyebrow, he said, “What else are you worried about? No one dares to gossip when you’re working with me.”

“But… I don’t want to cause you any trouble.”

Charles stood up, returned to his desk, and quickly immersed himself in his work. His fingers were rapidly typing on the keyboard, and he completely ignored Whitney’s words.

“Go pack your things.”

It was still the same tone that brooked no argument and left her no room for discussion.

at a

Fine then.

and limped as she walked

at the logistics department, Isaac was personally packing her things. Whitney quickly took the folder from his hands. “I can do it

workstation will be ready soon. The HR department has already made arrangements for your

about this matter loudly in the

to convey the message that Charles had personally arranged for Whitney to work by his

leaving. Whitney knocked on

“Come in.”

that the visitor was Whitney, Queenie took the initiative to

working in the logistics department. You need to be on your toes at all times.

with a smile. “I understand, Ms. Zeller. Thank you. Ever since I was an intern, you have generously shared your work experience with me. If it weren’t for your guidance, I’m afraid I’d still

clueless intern.”

truly grateful to Queenie.

Everything you’ve achieved is due to your own hard work. I simply saw my past self in you.

“Okay.”

Queenie, Whitney headed to the top floor with her belongings.

Charles new assistant on the company’s official website, the whole company

those who were originally uninterested in Whitney became curious about who she was and how she had the ability

on the lips of

that all the assistants and special aides around Mr. Newton are men? How come this time. they’ve let someone from the logistics department become

time, she hast risen from an intern to the position of the CEO’s assistant. From what I know,

abilities to have caught his eye. I remember she even presented a plan at the general staff meeting. Not everyone has the audacity and

our comprehension. Let’s just focus on doing our

discussions had been almost a daily occurrence since Whitney

assistant’s desk, Whitney was organizing

realized just how many tasks Charles had to handle

Ding!

of her rang. It was connected to Charles’

Whitney hurriedly answered, “Mr. Newton, may I

work hours, she addressed him as Mr.

me. Three

could even respond, the call

What the heck?

How am I

the past. Charles had always complained that the coffee she made was either too hot or too cold. This time, he gave her

Whitney was overwhelmed.

coffee. However, every time she ground the coffee,

she would