Impulsive Vow to an Enigmatic Husband

Chapter 4

Comelia was speechless.

Was this really something they should be discussing?–

But she then thought about her boss‘ upset appearance,

It was possible though.

Comelia sneaked a glance at Marcus, who elegantly swung his golf club and got a hole–in–one.

However, the president of Digital Sports wasn’t as smooth, swinging several times without getting any balls in..

After a few rounds, the president of Digital Sports waved for someone to bring water.

Seeing this, Comelia immediately handed Marcus a bottle of water and a towel.

The president of Digital Sports looked at Cornelia, his eyes blatantly scanning her body…

Comelia was dressed in a white shirt and knee–length skirt, her long hair tied up in a bun, revealing her slender neck. Her makeup was light and elegant, and she looked clean and professional – a typical office attire.

However, the president of Digital Sports kept staring at her chest, his gaze so lewd it was as if Cornelia wasn’t wearing anything. “President Hartley, your new assistant is not only young and beautiful, but her figure is top–notch as well.”

Marcus responded indifferently, “Mr. Ducler, you flatter her.”

The president of Digital Sports chuckled and asked Cornelia, “Miss, do you know how to play golf?”

As the president’s assistant, Cornelia did know a little, but she wasn’t an expert, and it wasn’t her place to play in this situation.

“Mr. Ducler, I don’t.” She hated the way he looked at her, but to avoid making everyone uncomfortable, she didn’t react. She took the empty water bottle from Marcus and prepared to step aside.

touched her butt, then wrapped his arm around her waist.

stomped hard on Mr. Ducler’s foot, causing him to let go of her due to the pain and

free, Cornelia immediately stepped aside, anxiously looking at

had offended a partner and might

suddenly speaking up,

looked at Mr. Ducler, his face expressionless, but his eyes revealed his

quickly apologized, “President Hartley, I’m sorry, I apologize

but never took his eyes off Cornelia, “I really thought

haven’t gotten

Marcus played with his golf club, his face sporting a faint smile,

true emotions.

“President Hartley, we’re partners, she’s

word “plaything” was like a poisonous needle stabbing into Cornelia’s

had obtained her job through her own abilities and earned money through her own skills.

Marcus to speak. She stood up for herself, “Mr. Ducler, don’t you have any women in your family? Weren’t you also born from a

neither humble nor

over, “Mr. Ducler, the Hartley Group doesn’t lack partners like

the seriousness of the situation. “President Hartley, I’m truly sorry, I shouldn’t have treated your employee like that…” He paused, “Miss Cornelia,

forcefully, and the white ball flew out, hitting a nearby tree

legs went weak, almost dropping to his knees. “President Hartley, it was my

respond, his cold gaze sweeping over Mr. Ducler’s right hand before turning

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Chapter 4

bag and hurried to catch up. “President Hartley,

her, his 6’2” height towering over her 5’6” frame. Cornelia couldn’t see his expression but heard his deep

wrong are those who sexually harass you, not you. Stand up against bullying in the workplace, no matter the situation. You don’t have to suffer in

deep, powerful voice telling her that the harasser was wrong, not

fear when she

soften his tone, “You’re working by my side and you represent me. You don’t need to be

her voice nasal, not

there had been someone like him to stand up and say the abuser was wrong, not her, the victim, she wouldn’t have ended

a great

warmth in her heart,