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.

butt, then wrapped his arm around her waist. “Miss, if you don’t

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

immediately stepped aside, anxiously looking at

had

suddenly speaking up, “Mr. Ducler,

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

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

took his eyes off Cornelia,

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

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

true emotions.

Hartley, we’re partners, she’s

word “plaything” was like a poisonous needle stabbing into Cornelia’s

her own skills. Why was she

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

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

Hartley, I’m

ball flew out, hitting a nearby

Ducler’s legs went weak, almost dropping to his knees. “President Hartley, it was my bad,

respond, his cold gaze sweeping over Mr. Ducler’s right hand before turning

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

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

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 suffer in silence. The entire Hartley Group is behind

heard him talk so much. His deep, powerful voice telling her that the harasser was wrong, not her, giving her a sense of security. She said, “Thank you, President Hartley. I know what to

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 me.

her voice nasal, not

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

“You did a great

warmth in her heart,