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.

then wrapped his arm around her waist.

causing him to let go of her due to the pain

stepped

she had offended a

Marcus suddenly

face expressionless, but his eyes

have an epiphany and quickly apologized,

took his eyes off Cornelia, “I really

not interested in women. Since you haven’t gotten tired of this one, I’ll wait a

his golf club, his face sporting a faint smile, making it hard to

true emotions.

then laughed, “President Hartley, we’re

needle stabbing into

her job through her own abilities and earned money through her own skills. Why was she being humiliated

for 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 woman after ten months of pregnancy? Or do you think you need to humiliate a

humble

Hartley Group doesn’t lack partners like you, but our company respects and cares for

finally realized the seriousness of the situation. “President Hartley, I’m

swung the golf club forcefully, and the white ball flew out, hitting a nearby tree trunk before flying back towards

Ducler’s legs went weak, almost dropping to his knees. “President

sweeping over Mr. Ducler’s right

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grabbed her laptop bag and hurried to catch up. “President Hartley, thank you for

towering over her 5’6” frame. Cornelia couldn’t see

who are wrong are those who sexually harass you, not you. Stand up against bullying in the workplace, no matter the situation.

her that the harasser was wrong, not her, giving her a sense of security. She said, “Thank you, President Hartley. I know what to do

She hadn’t shown any fear when

“You’re working by my side and you represent me. You don’t need to

Cornelia nodded, her voice nasal, not from fear, but

if there had been someone like him to stand up and say the abuser

added, “You did a

a warmth in her heart, “Thank