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.

let go of her due

free, Cornelia immediately stepped aside, anxiously

a business negotiation, she had offended a partner and might

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

his face

quickly apologized,

but never took his eyes off Cornelia,

haven’t gotten tired of this one, I’ll wait a

Marcus played with his golf club, his face

true emotions.

laughed, “President Hartley, we’re partners,

like a poisonous needle stabbing into Cornelia’s heart,

job through her own abilities and earned money through her own skills. Why was she being humiliated just because she was a

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

stood tall, neither humble nor arrogant, and spoke

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

finally realized the seriousness of the situation. “President Hartley, I’m

flew out, hitting a nearby tree trunk before

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

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

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

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

against bullying in the workplace, no matter the situation. You don’t have to suffer in

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

reddened eyes. She hadn’t shown any fear when she was being bullied just now, but now she finally

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

voice nasal, not

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

in her heart, “Thank