The Ex and Her Riches

Chapter 816 She Calls Him Husband Affectionately 

After being called out, Whitney could not help but sneeze a few times.

Isaac, with a concerned tone, asked, “What’s wrong?”

Whitney shook her head, bringing the conversation back on track. She asked, “Did he give you any instructions?”

“Mr. Newton has asked me to convey that you shouldn’t continue with the cleaning chores. O- Otherwise, there would be no need for you to stay in the Newton Group any longer.”

A slight twitch tugged at the corner of Whitney’s mouth. Huh? Does he think I did that voluntarily?

Considering her status as an intern and her limited knowledge of workplace rules, those people assigned tasks to her that were beyond her purview.

However, Isaac’s tone was already quite tactful. It was possible that Charles’s initial words were even harsher. Fine.

“Got it.” Whitney acknowledged, feeling a bit of a headache coming on. She then asked, “Is there anything else?”

“That’s all. Please take good care of yourself. I’ll be leaving now.” As the words fell, Isaac turned and left.

Whitney also returned to her own workstation, continuing the work she had not finished earlier.

Splat!

A stack of files suddenly landed on her desk. Whitney looked up, meeting the arrogant gaze of her female colleague, Lana.© 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

Lana hugged her own arms and huffed lightly, “What are you looking at? You need to input all of these into the system by midnight. You’ll be held accountable if you can’t complete it on time and cause a delay for those handling the subsequent tasks.”,

The stack of documents that Lana brought was so high that it completely obscured Whitney’s face.

Whitney flipped through the documents on the table, all filled with data and meeting records.

If she remembered correctly, the content of these documents was not within the scope of what she should be recording.

She stood up and declined. “Lana, this is not part of my job. I won’t do it.”

There was no way she could complete the documentation of those files even working late into the night. tomorrow. It was evident that Lana was simply delegating all the strenuous work to her,

Taken aback by Whitney’s firm rejection this time, Lana became furious. She forcefully slammed her desk. and raised her voice. “You’re just an intern right now. Do you really understand what tasks you should be doing and what tasks you shouldn’t be? As long as you’re in the logistics department, the department’s work is your work! Don’t make excuses for your laziness!”

Lana’s voice was so loud that it attracted the attention of everyone around.

“Why should I?” Whitney was good-natured, but that did not mean she would tolerate everything.

Lana chuckled lightly, leaned closer to Whitney, and mocked, “You’re quite close with Mr. Turner, aren’t you? Go ahead, complain to him, and see if he can help you. Don’t think that just because you used underhanded methods to get into the company, you can do whatever you want.”

“Listen carefully, Whitney Mellor,” Lana warned sternly. “Interns are expected to handle these tasks, so stop attempting to gain favor with the higher-ups.”

Lana believed Whitney must be going to great lengths to get in the good graces of the management.

With a cold laugh, Whitney disregarded Lana and moved the documents from the table to the floor, right in the middle of the aisle. It’s not my job, anyway. I won’t do it.

Lana was stunned by her actions, her anger flaring up once again.

Just as Lana was about to lose her temper, the department head suddenly emerged from his office, clutching a box.

Everyone working in the company knew what it meant to walk out with a box.

Surprise was evident on everyone’s faces as the department head, wearing an expression of profound concern, approached the crowd and offered a deep bow. “All good things must come to an end. I will no longer have the privilege to work alongside all of you. I wish you continued success in your respective roles. Goodbye.”

As the department head was preparing to leave with his belongings, Lana hurriedly questioned him. “Sir, why are you departing so abruptly? I thought you’ve been performing excellently all these years. Are you moving to a different position for a higher salary, or are you being transferred to another department?” He shook his head. “I can no longer work for the Newton Group or any of its subsidiaries anymore.”

After saying that, the department head left.

Lana looked puzzled. What does that mean? Does that mean he’s fired? There hadn’t been any significant incidents lately. Why would they fire him?

“Everyone, please put aside your current tasks for a moment..I have an announcement to make.” At this moment, another department manager walked over, clapping his hands to halt everyone’s work.

Whitney, too, was puzzled by the department head’s sudden departure. She sat quietly at her desk, waiting for the manager to make an announcement.

“The position of our logistics department’s head is currently vacant, but a new head will arrive tomorrow. I hope everyone can get along well with the new leader and continue to work hard,” the manager announced. “All right. That’s all. Let’s all get back to work.”

Whitney furrowed her brows in thought. A new department head? How could this happen so suddenly?

Typically, the company would make an announcement in advance when there were any significant. changes to high-ranking personnel. Unless an employee made a major mistake and was fired immediately. Is Charles behind this?

He was the CEO of the group, holding the power to decide anyone’s fate in the company. Why would he suddenly replace the head of the logistics department?

Doubts surged one after another in her mind, yet there were no answers to them. Forget it. Why should I care about this? I’m just an intern, I better focus on finishing my tasks first.

As the end of the workday approached, Whitney finally completed her own tasks, stretching her sore neck.

Today was her birthday, and she even wanted to buy herself a small cake to celebrate.

However, no one in the Newton family, including Charles, knew about her birthday. She decided to celebrate it on her own before returning home.

She unlocked her phone and scrolled to Charles’ contact, the nickname “Hubby” glaringly obvious. The last conversation they had was from three days ago.

This nickname was something Charles had insisted she change a few days ago. He had expressed concerns that Jasmine might accidentally see the contact name “Mr. Newton” and become suspicious.

Whitney put on a wry smile, guessing he probably did not care enough to find out when her birthday was.

After typing a long string of text into the dialogue box, she edited and deleted it repeatedly. In the end, everything was erased, leaving only a few words that were sent: Mr. Newton, I’ll be coming home a bit late today, but it won’t be later than eight o’clock. I’ll take the bus home myself, so you don’t need to ask the driver to pick me up.

Charles responded almost instantly: What are you busy with?

Whitney replied: Personal matters.

Seeing the words “personal matters”, Charles on the other side of the screen furrowed his brows deeply. That woman doesn’t have any other friends in this city, let alone other places to go. What kind of personal matters could she possibly have? Something’s not right.

Charles picked up his coat and headed straight for the parking lot, dialing Whitney’s number on his phone.

Meanwhile, Whitney believed he had agreed to her request, as she had not received a response from him for some time. Just as she stepped out of the department, her phone began to vibrate.

The moment she saw it was him calling. Whitney’s breath instantly quickened. She steadied herself before answering the phone. “Hubby.”

He had previously mentioned that during office hours, she should refer to him as “Mr. Newton,” but now that it was after work, she should address him as “Hubby.”

Her voice was soft and sweet, and Charles found her calling him “Hubby” quite pleasant. “What personal matters?”

“I want to buy a small cake for myself and eat it before heading home.” Aside from not mentioning it was her own birthday, Whitney did indeed truthfully state what she was going to do.

Charles could not help but knit his brows. Just to eat a cake?

In an indifferent tone, he responded, “The Newton family’s cooks are more than capable of making cakes. What are you really up to, Whitney? You should be aware of the consequences of deceiving me.”

Whitney stood at the elevator entrance, hesitating for a long time, refraining from pressing the elevator button. What should I tell him? Should I tell him I want to celebrate my own birthday? We’re not really husband and wife since it’s just a marriage of convenience. He’ll be annoyed if I tell him about it, right?

Seeing her remain silent, Charles impatiently urged. “Speak up”

Whitney bit her lip, but in the end, she spoke up. “1-I want to celebrate my birthday.”

Charles remained silent. He had never displayed any sign of concern for Whitney. Today’s her birthday? “I’m heading downstairs now if there’s nothing else you need to know about, Mr. Newton,” she uttered. Just as she was about to hang up, Charles spoke. “Came down. Come to the parking lot. Let’s go home.” His demand rendered Whitney speechless for a moment..