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.”

speaking, Charles hung up

up and pulled herself together.

to the fifteenth floor. Everyone she encountered along the way looked at

would no longer be affected by such looks.

assistant, the plots and schemes against her reduced significantly.

walked

on the sofa. Feel free to take

at the keyboard, only pausing to gesture toward the sofa by the door before diving back into her

to interrupt. However, when her

surely can’t… move all these documents upstairs, can I?

look and asked, “Ms. Zeller, do you know

wants?”

you should get going and continue with your

hurried tone. Buried in work, she sounded as if every extra word she spoke to Whitney was

Is

at her

to move these mountainous piles of documents? How could I possibly

office and saw how busy

to find someone to help her at that point, she was worried that they would end

Charles after all. It’s not like it’s going

Whitney could only move the files out of

move the documents out of the office, she caught a glimpse of a discarded cardboard box at the door.

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

simple little cart was made, making it easy to haul the documents to

rope over her shoulder before dragging the cardboard box

As she passed the other employees by, many

those around her, Whitney quickly arrived at the CEO’s

Knock, knock, knock….

“Come in.”

coldly, lifting his eyes just in time to see Whitney dragging in the

documents.

puzzled by the sight. “What

a hurry to get these documents. If I moved them bit by bit, it would not only waste time

I’ve to admit

smile. His slender fingers were fiddling with the pèn’s cap. When the Cartier ring on his finger knocked against the metal cap of the pen every now and