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.

butt, then wrapped his arm around

to let go of her due to the pain and glare at her

immediately stepped aside, anxiously looking

she had offended a

suddenly speaking up, “Mr. Ducler,

Ducler, his face expressionless, but his

quickly apologized, “President Hartley,

speaking to Marcus but never took his eyes off Cornelia,

Since you haven’t gotten

Ducler, apologize to her immediately!” Marcus played with his golf club, his face sporting a faint

true emotions.

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

needle stabbing

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

Ducler, don’t you have any women in your family? Weren’t you also born from a woman after ten

neither humble

Group doesn’t lack partners like

of the situation. “President Hartley, I’m truly sorry,

white ball flew out, hitting a nearby tree

to his knees. “President

didn’t respond, his cold gaze sweeping over Mr. Ducler’s right hand before

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laptop bag and hurried to catch

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

the

Cornelia had heard him talk so much. His deep, powerful voice telling her that the harasser was wrong, not her, giving her a sense of

back and saw her reddened eyes. She hadn’t shown any fear when she was being bullied just now, but now

tone, “You’re working by my side and you represent

her voice nasal, not from fear, but

when she was bullied, if there had been someone like him to stand up and say the abuser was wrong, not her,

a great job

warmth in her heart,

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