Chapter 742


    He suppressed his slight feelings of guilt and reprimanded her in a low voice, “You’reining


    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 Imand others’ respect?”


    Whitney lowered her head and bit her lip.


    Indeed, shecked 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 be 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


    hispany, 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 hispany 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 theb’s bathroom.


    However, he found himself inexplicably heading back to thepany, 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 vite any of its terms. You don’t need to go through the trouble


    of testing me. I won’t let anyone in thepany, except Isaac, know about our rtionship. I’ll


    independentlyplete the tasks assigned by thepany 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 nced 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 exined.


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


    Charles started the car’s engine, pressed the elerator, 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 havepleted your tasks during office hours and rx 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


    apany 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 sry deducted on the first day of work, can I?” she argued.


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    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 sry


    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 nced at her knitted brow and sensed a trace of irritation. He could not help but feel


    somewhat guilty for treating her in that manner.


    He added, “From now on, you’re my employee when you’re in the office, but the moment you step out


    of the building, you’re my wife, so you must obey me.”


    Whitney remained silent, biting her lip and keeping her head lowered, feeling a sense of grievance.


    Charles intermittently observed her, taking note of the glistening mist in her eyes. It enhanced the


    beauty of her exquisite emerald gaze, radiating innocence.


    With her golden curls and distinctive features, she resembled a charming little fairy from a faraway


    land, albeit one being taken advantage of and exploited by him.


    Charles inexplicably softened his tone. “You can use my study as your workspace tonight.”


    Whitney froze for a moment. She blinked and turned her head to look at him, only to find him focused


    on driving, not sparing a nce in her direction. He’s willing to lend me his study? How generous of


    him.


    Suddenly, Whitney found that Charles did not appear as detestable as before, and her anger toward


    him had also dissipated.


    Suddenly, Whitney found that Charles did not appear as detestable as before, and her anger toward


    him had also dissipated.


    Seizing the opportunity to defuse the tension, she responded, “Thank you, Mr. Newton.”


    Charles maintained his gaze on the road ahead as he listened to her acknowledgment, raising an


    eyebrow in response. It improved his mood considerably.


    The two of them remained silent throughout the journey, yet the atmosphere in the car was surprisingly


    harmonious.


    In the evening, Whitney used Charles’ptop and sat on the desk where he usually worked.


    Thefort of the office chair was palpable.


    Out of curiosity, Whitney ran her fingers along the armrest, a smile gracing her lips.


    Just as Charles entered the room with a ss of milk, he caught sight of her smiling face.


    He could not help but snort inwardly. Seems like granting her the privilege of sitting on my chair is


    enough to make her happy. What a na?ve and shallow woman.


    He cleared his throat and approached the desk, retrieving a sh drive from his pants pocket and


    handing it to her. “Here’s the file that Isaac made a copy of on yourputer. It should be the


    documents you’ve yet toplete. Go ahead and finish your work. I don’t want you using me of


    being unreasonable and preventing you from working overtime.”


    Whitney received the sh drive with a pleasant surprise.


    She did not expect him to be so meticulous and prepared everything for her. In fact, she was ready to


    redo all the work for the evening.


    As she connected the sh drive to theputer, she discovered that it contained all the necessary


    files, including the images she needed to add.


    For someone in the early stages of learning, the sh drive was indeed a valuable resource.


    “Thank you, Mr. Newton. You’re so kind. I’m sorry for my attitude earlier this afternoon and for arguing


    with you. Please don’t hold it against me,” she said with a sincere smile and an arched brow.


    While Charles maintained a deadpan expression and his usual indifferent demeanor, he could not help


    but feel a strange sense of satisfaction.


    He ced the ss of milk on the desk near Whitney’s hand, his face stern. “I initially poured myself a


    ss of milk, but I don’t feel like drinking it now. You take it and drink it.”


    Whitney, who was absorbed in reviewing theputer files, felt a slight twitch at the corner of her


    mouth. What am I? A garbage bin?


    Taking into ount Charles’ assistance tonight, she chose to remain silent and epted his request.


    “Okay. I’ll drink itter.”


    “Remember to drink it. Despite the wealth and influence of the Newton family, wasting food is a


    disgraceful act,” Charles remarked.


    His words rendered Whitney speechless.