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.

reached out and directly touched her butt, then wrapped his arm

Mr. Ducler’s foot, causing him to let go of her due

immediately stepped aside, anxiously looking at

she had

Cornelia didn’t expect was Marcus suddenly speaking

his face expressionless, but his eyes revealed his

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

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

you haven’t gotten tired of

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

true emotions.

Hartley,

stabbing into

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

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

neither humble

“Mr. Ducler, the Hartley Group doesn’t lack partners like

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

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

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

sweeping over

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hurried to catch up. “President Hartley, thank you

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

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

powerful voice telling her that the harasser was wrong, not her, giving her a sense of security. She said, “Thank

any fear

his tone, “You’re working by my side and

Cornelia nodded, her voice nasal,

she was bullied, if there had been 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

“You did a great job just

in