Wooing My ex-wife (Gwendolyn and Maverick) novel Chapter 742

He suppressed his slight feelings of guilt and reprimanded her in a low voice, “You’re complaining about me now? Whenever there’s an inspection by the higher-ups, everyone else knows they should at least put on a show and maintain a serious working attitude. But you? Hunching over and whispering in someone else’s ears all the time. If I don’t discipline you, how can I command others’ respect?”

Whitney lowered her head and bit her lip.

Indeed, she lacked experience in this matter and thus, deserved to face the consequences.

However, Charles was not entirely innocent. How could he reprimand me in such a self-righteous manner?

“You knew where I would be working and that I would become your employee when you sent me to work this morning, yet you didn’t inform me about it. Then this afternoon, you deliberately came here to witness me making a fool of myself. It’s likely that you instructed Mr. Turner to inform me about this job. Are you intentionally trying to make me look foolish?” Whitney retorted. He arranged for me to work in his company, yet I had to pretend I didn’t know him. Is he intentionally trying to test my loyalty to the agreement?

Charles fell silent, his expression turning serious as he reached for his cigarette case and irritably lit a cigarette.

Bringing Whitney to work at his company was purely out of goodwill, as he did not want her to struggle with unreliable jobs that might put her in danger.

Initially, Charles was supposed to return to the Newton residence right away after taking care of the hygiene in the lab’s bathroom.

However, he found himself inexplicably heading back to the company, driven by an irresistible urge to see how Whitney had fared on her first day of work. He also desired to witness her innocent and clueless expression, as well as the look of surprise on her face when she discovered he was the boss.

Yet, when Whitney said she did not know him ignited his anger, leading to the events that followed.

As he pondered, Whitney nervously fidgeted the hem of her clothes. A misty gaze lingered in her eyes, but she pursed her lips, refusing to give in. “Mr. Newton, since I’ve agreed to sign the marriage agreement with you, I won’t casually violate any of its terms. You don’t need to go through the trouble of testing me. I won’t let anyone in the company, except Isaac, know about our relationship. I’ll independently complete the tasks assigned by the company and won’t cause you any trouble. And I won’t let others think I’ve obtained this job because of you.”

Charles fell silent, his azure eyes narrowing as he took a deep drag from his cigarette, his frustration apparent. But didn’t she get the job because of me? Does she really think she can enter the Newton Group so easily without my help? And what’s wrong with leveraging my influence? Others would have longed for such a privilege, yet they don’t even have a chance.

“I hope you’ll live up to your words. Since you’ve decided to work diligently, show me some results so that I won’t have to clean up any messes for you.” He spoke in a cold and resentful tone.

Whitney looked puzzled. “It’s only my first day at work. What makes you think I’ve caused you trouble?”

Charles irritably extinguished his cigarette and coldly advised her, “Stay away from the women in the company. If anything happens, you’ll have to deal with them yourself.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t bring trouble to you, Mr. Newton,” she replied, tightening her grip on the seatbelt and turning her face away. “Is there anything else you’d like me to do? If not, I’d like to get back to work.”

Charles glanced at his wristwatch. “It’s already past working hours. Why are you returning to the office?”

“I’ve yet to finish organizing the documents,” she explained.

Whitney turned around to open the car door, but to her surprise, she found it locked.

Charles started the car’s engine, pressed the accelerator, and swiftly drove away from the underground parking.

Whitney’s face turned pale as she was taken aback, gripping the seatbelt tighter. “What are you doing? I said I want to get down from the car!”

“You should have completed your tasks during office hours and relax after work. No overtime allowed. Go home and have dinner,” Charles ordered.

Not knowing how to respond to his remark, Whitney could only stare at him. Does he have to be so bossy?

Charles maintained a stern expression as if he wanted her to know he was hungry and that she should accompany him home for dinner.

“Mr. Newton, you’re being unreasonable. If I don’t finish my work, how am I supposed to hand it over to my supervisor tomorrow? I can’t have my salary deducted on the first day of work, can I?” she argued.

Charles sneered, his attention fixed on driving, showing no sign of turning back. “If it weren’t for Isaac speaking up for you, you would have been fired today. It would have been more than just a salary deduction.”

Whitney had never encountered someone so unreasonable. As a boss, shouldn’t he be pleased and supportive when his employees are willing to put in extra effort? Yet, he forbids me to work overtime and wanted me to go home to have dinner with him.

Charles glanced at her knitted brow and sensed a trace of irritation. He could not help but feel somewhat guilty for treating her in that manner.