Wooing My Ex-Wife

Chapter 830 Never Seeks His Help 

Inside the CEO’s office, Charles wore an extremely grim expression as he attentively listened to the report from the female employee standing before him.

“Recently, a rumor has been circulating within the company. It suggests that Whitney from the logistics department passed her job assessment smoothly due to her relationship with Mr. Turner. Furthermore, several staff members in the logistics department have witnessed Whitney and Mr. Turner spending time together, conversing and laughing. Occasionally. their behavior appears intimate… Just two days ago, someone even witnessed Mr. Turner pulling Whitney…” Sensing the palpable tension in the room, the employee’s voice gradually grew softer.

“Continue.” Charles’ voice remained calm and composed as he reclined lazily in his chair, holding a cigarette between his fingertips.

Concealed by the hazy smoke, his expression became inscrutable.

Someone saw Mr. Turner pulling Whitney closer by the waist, and Whitney’s face flushed. with shyness. She then gently pushed him away. And then…”

In the next instant, a porcelain ashtray whizzed past, narrowly missing the employee’s head at a startling speed. If it had been slightly off-target, her face would have been injured.

The ashtray fell to the floor, shattering into pieces with a sharp, crisp sound.

The employee didn’t dare to make a sound, fearing she might become embroiled in her boss”

She was quite unfortunate. Just as she was discussing this matter with her colleagues, Charles happened to walk by and overheard their conversation. He then pulled her aside, asking her to provide a report on the situation.

The office fell into a momentary silence. The inscrutable expression on Charles’ face rendered it impossible to discern his thoughts.

Several minutes passed before he finally said in a cold voice, “Get out.”

The employee nervously heaved a sigh of relief before stumbling out of the CEO’s office in a hurry.

Her legs nearly gave way beneath her the moment she stepped out the door.

Back in the office, Charles instructed the surveillance room employees to retrieve the footage. from the logistics department and send it to his computer.

At that moment, Charles’s computer screen displayed Whitney’s workstation. She was diligently working at her desk with a crumpled ball of waste paper resting beside her.

All the rumors circulating in the company would reach his ears eventually.

It was impossible that Whitney knew nothing about it.

But why has she never mentioned anything about this to me before? Does she secretly enjoy being the center of gossip?

An unpleasant sensation welled up in Charles’ heart as he thought of that. He pressed the intercom button on his office desk and summoned Isaac.

Soon, Isaac entered the office, nervously asking. “Mr. Newton, you wanted to see me?”

Charles, visibly agitated, tugged at his tie and spoke with a cold tone. “In the future, please minimize your interactions with Whitney at the company. Any work related to her should be delegated to others.”

Isaac was well aware of the rumors circulating within the company.

Had it not been for Charles’ specific work instructions, he wouldn’t dare to engage in private. interactions with Whitney no matter how audacious he was.

“Yes, Mr. Newton, I take full responsibility for causing Mrs. Newton to be entangled in these rumors. I am prepared to accept any consequences or punishment.”

“Get out.”

Seeing that Charles had no intention of punishing him, Isaac felt as though a heavy burden. had been lifted from his shoulders.

When it was time to get off work, Whitney began to pack up her belongings to head home. when her phone suddenly vibrated.

Unlocking her screen, she noticed it was a message from Charles. Whitney’s heart instantly. leaped to her throat as she nervously opened the message.

It read: Let’s go back together.

Upon reading the message, Whitney was taken aback.

These past few days, she had been taking the bus on her own, followed by taking a taxi to a crossroads not far from the Newton residence and then walking the rest of the way from there.

Whenever Jasmine asked, she would always brush it off by saying she was exercising.

Charles has never proposed heading home together. What’s going on today?

Even though Whitney couldn’t discern Charles’s thoughts, she chose not to dwell on it and instead tidied up her workstation before leaving the office.

Upon reaching the parking lot, Whitney noticed Charles standing beside a luxury car, deeply engrossed in a phone call.

She tactfully halted in her tracks when she was still a distance away.

Noticing the person standing in the distance, Charles ended the call, his expression indifferent. “What are you doing standing there? Waiting for me to invite you over?”

Having grown accustomed to his indifference, Whitney silently made her way toward him.

The luxury car glided down the road, with neither of the two occupants uttering a word. The only sound that filled the air was the rush of the wind past their ears.

As they approached the Newton residence, Whitney couldn’t suppress her curiosity and asked, “Why did you suddenly suggest leaving work together today?”

The luxury car came to an abrupt halt, causing Whitney to lurch forward violently due to inertia. She was convinced that if she hadn’t been wearing her seatbelt, she would have undoubtedly collided with the windshield.

The man behind the wheel remained expressionless, asking coldly, “Don’t you think you should address the rumors circulating in the company?”

Whitney was taken aback by the question. “Isaac and I are innocent; our communication is solely work- related. I’m not sure how to stop the rumors from spreading.”

She was telling the truth.

Charles cast a cold glance in her direction.

If she doesn’t know how to stop it, why didn’t she come seeking my help? Why did she wait until I asked before coming clean?

In fact, Charles knew that Whitney didn’t have the guts to hook up with Isaac. If he hadn’t frequently assigned Isaac to deliver documents to Whitney, such rumors wouldn’t have gained traction.

At the end of the day, he was the one responsible for causing all of this.

What bothered him most was that Whitney hadn’t even thought of turning to him when she

was in trouble.

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The rumors had escalated to the point of exaggeration, with claims of Isaac hugging her by the waist, the two interacting intimately with each other and engaging in happy conversations, and so forth.

Charles was extremely upset.

He gritted his teeth, his voice turning icy as he remarked, “Do you believe you’re so capable that you can handle everything on your own?”

Whitney’s head hung even lower as she recalled how Charles had previously stated that if she ever found herself in trouble, she shouldn’t count on his assistance, and he wouldn’t help her clean up the mess,

Charles’ mood worsened when he saw that she didn’t attempt to explain. He slammed the steering wheel forcefully and drove into the Newton residence.

Before the car fully entered the garage, he ordered. “Get out of the car.”

Whitney obediently unbuckled her seatbelt and proceeded into the villa first.

Jasmine was watching TV in the living room when she heard a noise at the door. She turned around and asked, “Whitney, why don’t you ever come home with Charles? Are you two fighting again?”

Knowing she would ask about this, Whitney shook her head and sat down next to her.

“I came back with Charles today. He’s parking the car. Lately, there’s been a lot happening at the company, so Charles has to work overtime on some occasions. Since I finish work early. I often go out and spend time with my colleagues,” Whitney explained.

Jasmine’s mood instantly soured when she heard that Whitney had been going shopping with someone else. She pouted and remarked, “Seriously, Whitney? Do you even consider me a friend? You never go shopping with me.”

Whitney was at a loss for words upon hearing Jasmine’s complaint. Does she not realize howe vast her family’s empire is? There isn’t a mall in Salinsburgh that doesn’t host a Newton Group business. Every time Jasmine goes shopping, it’s as if she’s merely wandering around her own property, Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

Given her current financial situation, she couldn’t indulge in shopping at high-end luxury brands like Jasmine, who was a wealthy young heiress.

However, Whitney would never voice these thoughts. Instead, she could only casually invent an excuse to steer the conversation in a different direction.

When Charles entered the villa, Jasmine was about to ask him a question when the former went straight upstairs, not affording her a chance to speak at all. He didn’t even cast a glance in her direction

Jasmine frowned “Why are you re you didn’t have a fight with Charles