Wooing My Ex-Wife by Mr. Adeel

Chapter 843 Pranking The Assistant Seems Fun

Once again. Whitney brought a cup of coffee into the office and carefully pushed it toward him. “Mr. Newton, your freshly brewed coffee is ready. Please have a taste. If it’s not to your liking. I can brew another one for you.”

Hearing her voice, Charles slowly raised his head and gave her a look.

He lifted his coffee and took a sip. His brows furrowed slightly first before his expression changed several times. An indiscernible look subsequently descended upon his face.

Gradually, one could tell from his eyes that he had fallen into deep thought.

Sweat beads formed on the tip of Whitney’s nose, her heart pounding wildly. Her mind was running wild. with all sorts of thoughts about Charles’s response.

She felt as if time had slowed to a standstill in the quiet office. It was as if even the air around her had been. sucked dry, making her feel so tense that she held her breath.

Such an amusing reaction greatly pleased Charles, causing a faint curve to appear at the corner of his mouth.

However, he quickly regained his composure, setting down the cup in his hand. His handsome features took on a more serious expression as he slowly uttered, “Mmm-hmm.”

The single hum was enough to make Whitney feel as if a heavy burden had been lifted off her chest, eliciting a long sigh of relief from her.

“Is there anything else you need, Mr. Newton?”

No one knew how torturous these past few minutes had been for her. Every second felt like an eternity.

“That’s all for now.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Charles’s gaze returned to the screen, no longer paying her any attention.

Upon hearing his words, Whitney respectfully nodded at him with the tray in her hands. She then confidently walked out of the office, carefully closing the door behind her.

As soon as she stepped out, she couldn’t contain the joy within her. She was so thrilled that she lifted the tray in a triumphant gesture. In that moment, she felt completely invigorated.

Phew!

Now that I finally have the chance to work with him, I must avoid annoying him at all costs.

She was determined to make all those who were prejudiced against her, see her in a new light.

Back at her desk, she barely had time to get comfortable when the phone on her desk started ringing again. She quickly picked it up, asking patiently, “Mr. Newton, what can I do for you?”

“Go to Queenie’s place to collect the documents and bring them in.”

“Okay.”

as he finished speaking,

up and pulled

she encountered along the way looked

no

she started working as Charles’ assistant, the plots and schemes against her reduced significantly. She guessed that

Queenie’s office, knocked on the door, and walked in. “Ms. Zeller, Mr. Newton

documents are on the sofa.

only pausing to gesture toward the sofa by the door before diving back

interrupt. However, when her gaze landed on the huge pile of documents

all these documents upstairs,

asked, “Ms. Zeller, do you know which document Mr. Newton

wants?”

should get going and continue

Buried in work, she sounded as if every extra word

That many? Is there a mistake?

froze at her

mountainous piles of documents? How could I possibly carry it all by myself?

and saw how busy everyone

at that

all. It’s not like it’s going to kill me from

move the files out of the office little by little so as not to

of a discarded cardboard box at the door. An idea instantly flashed across

into the cardboard box, then somehow found a piece of rope and

like that, a simple little cart was made, making it easy to haul the documents to the CEO’s

draped one end of the rope over her shoulder before dragging the

the other employees by, many couldn’t help but

those around her, Whitney quickly arrived at the CEO’s office door, dragging along the pile of

Knock, knock, knock….

“Come in.”

lifting his eyes just in time to see Whitney dragging in the mountainous pile

documents.

puzzled by the sight. “What

If I moved them bit by bit, it would not only waste time but also

admit she’s pretty smart,

on his finger knocked against the metal cap