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.

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

him to let go of her due

immediately stepped

business negotiation, she had offended

didn’t expect was Marcus suddenly speaking

Mr. Ducler, his face expressionless,

an epiphany and quickly apologized, “President Hartley,

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

not interested in women. Since you haven’t gotten tired of this one,

golf club, his

true emotions.

“President Hartley, we’re

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

had obtained her job through her own abilities and earned money through her own skills. Why was she being humiliated

have any women in your family? Weren’t you also born from a woman after ten

tall, neither humble nor arrogant, and

lack partners like you, but our company respects and cares for

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

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

knees. “President Hartley, it

didn’t respond, his cold gaze sweeping over Mr.

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Chapter 4

bag and hurried to catch up. “President

5’6” frame. Cornelia couldn’t see his expression

up against bullying in the workplace, no matter the situation. You

the harasser was wrong, not her, giving her a sense of security.

hadn’t shown any fear when she

but soften his tone, “You’re working by my side and you represent me. You

Cornelia nodded, her voice nasal,

had been someone like him to stand up and say the abuser was wrong, not her, the victim, she wouldn’t

a great

in her heart,

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