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 her waist. “Miss, if you don’t

causing him to let go of her due to the pain and

Cornelia immediately stepped

business negotiation, she had offended

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

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

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

his eyes off Cornelia,

gotten tired of this one, I’ll wait

Marcus played with his golf club, his face sporting a

true emotions.

then laughed, “President Hartley, we’re partners,

like a poisonous needle stabbing into

earned money through her own skills. Why was she being humiliated just because she was a woman

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

neither humble nor arrogant, and

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

realized the seriousness of the situation. “President Hartley, I’m truly sorry, I shouldn’t have treated your employee like

and the white ball flew out, hitting a nearby tree trunk before

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

didn’t respond, his cold gaze sweeping over Mr.

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Chapter 4

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

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

bullying in the workplace, no

voice telling her that the harasser was wrong, not her, giving her a sense

her reddened eyes. She hadn’t shown any fear when she was being

couldn’t help but soften his tone, “You’re working by my side and you represent

her voice nasal, not from fear,

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

“You did a

felt a warmth in her