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.

Mr. Ducler reached out and directly touched her butt, then wrapped his arm around

him to let go of her due

immediately stepped aside, anxiously looking at

business negotiation, she had

Marcus suddenly speaking up, “Mr. Ducler, she’s

at Mr. Ducler, his face expressionless, but his

an epiphany and quickly apologized, “President Hartley, I’m sorry, I

took his eyes

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

his golf club, his face sporting a faint smile,

true emotions.

Ducler paused, then laughed, “President Hartley, we’re

like a poisonous needle stabbing into Cornelia’s heart,

had obtained her job through her own abilities and earned money through her own skills. Why was she being humiliated just because she was a woman and

up for herself, “Mr. Ducler, don’t you have any women in your family? Weren’t you also born from a woman after ten

tall, neither humble nor arrogant, and

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

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

a nearby tree trunk before

his knees. “President Hartley, it

gaze sweeping over Mr. Ducler’s

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Chapter 4

to catch up. “President Hartley, thank you for helping me

5’6” frame. Cornelia couldn’t

you. Stand up against bullying in the workplace, no matter the situation. You don’t have to suffer

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

She hadn’t shown any fear when she was being bullied just now, but

“You’re working by my side and you represent me.

her voice nasal, not from fear,

someone like him to stand up and say the abuser was wrong, not her, the victim, she wouldn’t have ended up homeless and with a

added, “You did a

felt a warmth in her