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

Ducler’s foot, causing him to let go of her due to the pain and

stepped aside,

she had offended

expect was Marcus suddenly speaking up,

Mr. Ducler, his face expressionless, but

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

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

interested in 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 faint

true emotions.

Hartley, we’re

word “plaything” was like a poisonous needle stabbing into Cornelia’s heart, bringing up

her own skills. Why was she

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

humble

Hartley Group doesn’t lack partners like you, but our company respects and cares

speak up, Mr. Ducler finally realized the seriousness of the situation. “President Hartley, I’m

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

knees.

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

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Chapter 4

to catch

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

against bullying in the workplace, no matter

the harasser was wrong, not her, giving her a sense of security. She said, “Thank you, President Hartley. I know

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

Cornelia nodded, her voice nasal, not

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

“You did a great

warmth in