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.

and directly touched her butt, then wrapped his arm around her waist. “Miss,

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

stepped aside, anxiously looking

negotiation, she had offended a partner and might be

Cornelia didn’t expect was Marcus suddenly

his face expressionless, but his eyes

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

speaking to Marcus but never took his eyes off Cornelia, “I really thought President Hartley was

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

his golf club, his face sporting a faint smile,

true emotions.

paused, then laughed, “President Hartley, we’re partners, she’s just

was like a poisonous needle stabbing into Cornelia’s heart, bringing up some

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

Weren’t you also born from a woman after ten months of pregnancy? Or do you think you

neither humble nor arrogant,

came over, “Mr. Ducler, the Hartley Group doesn’t lack partners like you, but our

speak up, Mr. Ducler finally realized the seriousness of the situation. “President Hartley, I’m truly sorry, I shouldn’t have treated your employee like that…” He

a nearby tree

weak, almost dropping to his knees. “President

sweeping over Mr. Ducler’s right hand before

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laptop bag and hurried to catch up. “President Hartley,

her, his 6’2” height towering over her 5’6” frame.

ones who are 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

talk so much. His deep, powerful voice telling her that the harasser was wrong, not her, giving her a sense of security. She said, “Thank you, President Hartley. I know what to

shown any fear when she was being bullied

help but soften his tone, “You’re working by my side and you represent me.

nodded, her voice nasal, not

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

did a great

in her heart,