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.

then wrapped his arm around her waist. “Miss, if you

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

free, Cornelia immediately stepped aside, anxiously

business negotiation, she had offended a partner and might be

didn’t expect was Marcus suddenly speaking up, “Mr. Ducler, she’s

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

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

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

Since you haven’t gotten tired of this

Marcus played with his golf club, his face sporting a faint smile, making it hard to read

true emotions.

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

poisonous needle stabbing into

through her own skills. Why was she being humiliated

to speak. She stood up for herself, “Mr. Ducler, don’t you have any women in your family? Weren’t you also born from a

neither humble nor arrogant,

partners like you, but our

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 paused, “Miss Cornelia,

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

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

gaze sweeping over Mr. Ducler’s right hand

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Chapter 4

her laptop bag and hurried to catch up. “President Hartley, thank you for helping me

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

who are wrong are those who sexually harass you, not you. Stand up against bullying in the

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

fear when

couldn’t help but soften his tone, “You’re working by my side and you represent me. You don’t need to be

Cornelia nodded, her voice nasal,

been someone like him to stand up and say the abuser was wrong, not her, the victim,

did a great job

warmth in