After divorce I am a billionaire

Mavis was so frightened that she didn't dare to struggle for fear of falling off.

Feeling the temperature of his body and his heartbeat, Mavis looked back slowly, raised her red and swollen eyes to look at him.

At this moment, Mavis' eyes were like a deer's, who had been wronged, desperately in need of comfort from the owner, and a warm embrace to relieve all the malice she had received during this time.

Anthony sat on the sofa, let Mavis sit on his lap, ran his fingertips through her hair, and rubbed the back of her head soothingly.

Mavis froze.

Anthony seemed to have been taken away in front of her.

So gentle... like a trap.

In his arms, Mavis" mood stabilized little by little.

"You've vented. Feeling better now?" Mavis blinked her eyes, and nodded dully.

Anthony fetched a tissue and gently wiped away her tears, "Do you still want to leave?" His voice was unusually gentle.

Mavis was a little flattered, but still nodded with firm eyes.

Knowing what she was worried about, Anthony let go, pressed the intercom, and told Zack, "Mavis will work at the top from now on, and be my assistant.” As soon as she heard what he said, she was shocked.

The gossip in the company was already spread so fiercely. If she stayed directly beside him to work, it would inevitably spread even more fiercely.

She didn't want to be a burden to him.

Hanging up the phone, Anthony looked at her and raised his eyebrows, "What are you worried about? No one dares to make irresponsible remarks while working beside me." "But... | don't want to trouble you." Anthony got up, sat back by the desk, and quickly entered the working state, tapping his fingers on the keyboard quickly, and ignoring Mavis' words.

"Go back and pack your things." It was still an uncompromising tone, and she couldn't choose it at all.

Ok.

Mavis nodded and limped out.

Back in the logistics department, Zack was packing her things himself. Mavis hurriedly took an information booklet from Zack, "Thanks, | can do it myself." "Your position will be cleared out soon. The HR Department has already assigned you a position. Tomorrow you will be Mr.

Callahan 's official assistant.” Zack purposely yelled about it in the logistics department.

He just wanted to tell everyone that Anthony personally arranged for Mavis to work by his side, and Anthony just valued her.

Before leaving, Mavis knocked on Jaylin's office door.

"Cin." Seeing that it was Mavis, Jaylin offered to pour her a glass of warm water.

"I saw the news from the personnel department. You will work next to Mr. Callahan in the future. Working next to him is not like working in the logistics department. You have to keep your spirits up all the tand try not to make mistakes, understand??” Mavis smiled and nodded, "Ms. Lambert, | know. Thank you. Since | was an intern, you have not hesitated to pass on my work experience. If it weren't for your step-by-step support, I'm afraid | would still be that intern who doesn’t know anything." Mavis was really grateful to Jaylin.

Jaylin smiled and shook her head, "You don't need to thank anyone. Everything is your own hard work. | just saw the former self in you. Con, | am optimistic about you." "OK." After saying goodbye to the director, Mavis went to the top floor with her things in her arms.

When the personnel department posted the nof Anthony's new assistant on the company’s official website, the people in the whole company had heated discussions in an instant.

Even people who were not interested in Mavis at first wondered who she was, that she had the ability to stay by Anthony's side.

Before and after lunch break, Mavis’ nwas almost known by the entire company.

"The assistants and special assistants around Mr. Callahan are all men, right? Why did he ask a person from the logistics department to be an assistant this time?" "Don't you understand? This person named Mavis is a capable person. She was promoted from an intern to the position of assistant to the president in a short period of time. As far as | know, she is quite beautiful.” "Mr. Callahan is not the kind of person who is greedy for beauty. She must have extraordinary abilities, so she was able to catch Mr. Callahan 's eyes. | remember what she said about the plan at the general staff meeting. That courage and the ability to play on the spot, not everyone has it." "Who knows, Mr. Callahan's thoughts are beyond our comprehension, so let's do our own thing." Since Mavis becthe assistant to the president, such discussions happened almost every day.

At the assistant's position on the top floor, Mavis sorted out the documents in front of him.

After becoming the assistant, she realized that Anthony had to deal with so many things every day.

Ding- The phone in front of her rang, and it was the phone connected to Anthony's office.

Mavis cleared her throat, and quickly picked it up, "Mr. Callahan, what are your orders?" It was working tnow, so she called him Mr. Callahan.

"Givea cup of coffee. Three sugars and not too hot." Before Mavis could respond, he hung up the phone directly.

What the hell? How could she make a cup of coffee like that? For the coffee she sent before, Anthony either disliked it being hot or cold, so this the directly made accurate requirement for her.

Mavis just felt dizzy.

What made her feel dizzy was that he only liked to drink freshly brewed coffee, and every tshe made it, her hands hurt.

Once he was not satisfied, she will make it all again.

The sound of the hand grinder sounded in the tea room, and Mavis carefully adjusted the concentration of coffee and milk, added a little sugar, and felt the temperature of the cup wall with her hands.

It should be slightly hot, right? Maybe maybe that was the case? Feeling uneasy, Mavis brought the coffee in and said respectfully, "Mr. Callahan, the coffee you want." "OK." Anthony didn't take his eyes off the screen, and his hands kept typing on the keyboard.

Mavis glanced at him when he was at work.

It was said that men who worked hard were the most handsome, and it was true.

It seemed that her gaze was too direct and hot that Anthony suddenly raised his head to meet her gaze.

Unexpectedly, he would turn his head suddenly, so scared that Mavis almost didn't hold the tray in her hand, and her voice was a little hurried, "If you have no other orders, | will go out first." Seeing her panicked appearance, Anthony picked up the coffee on the table, took a sip, and frowned.

Mavis was instantly on her guard for all possible dangers.

The sugar and milk's proportion had not been adjusted properly? Not satisfied with the temperature? Hot? She nervously waited for the final judgment, but Anthony didn't speak for a long time, which made her even more nervous.

"There's too much sugar. The coffee is cold, and it loses the mellow aroma of the beans, so re-brew.” Hmm...

She knew he would be dissatisfied.

Mavis bit her lower lip, took away the coffee, and re-brewed resignedly.

He said that there was too much sugar, so she would reduce it a bit.

He said it was cold, so she would make it hotter.

The aroma of coffee slowly wafted out, which was not bad.

Now he shouldn't be able to say anything, right?