Impulsive Vow to an Enigmatic Husband

Chapter 8

Late at night, Cornelia’s sweet dreams were shattered by a phone call.

Groggily, she found her phone and saw “Marcus” displayed on the screen, instantly waking her up.

Cornelia sat up and answered, “President Hartley, hello!”

It was a strange man’s voice, “Your President Hartley is drunk, come to Shimmer Club and pick him up”

“Who are you?” At this time, Marcus should be with his wife.

How could he get drunk at Shimmer Club?

And who was this stranger calling from his phone?

“I’m Leonardo Wilson, hurry up and get over here.” The other party hung up after speaking.

Cornelia knew Leonardo was Marcus’s friend, and his family was one of Riverton’s four major families.

It was part of Cornelia’s job to pick up Marcus if he was drunk.

Cornelia quickly changed into her work clothes and rushed to Shimmer Club by taxi.

Shimmer Club was Riverton’s most exclusive membership club, not open to ordinary people.

Leonardo had already informed the staff, and someone greeted Comelia as soon as she got out of the car, leading her to the private room, “Miss, they’re inside.”

Cornelia thanked the staff and knocked on the door, immediately seeing two couples drinking on the couch, with only Marcus sitting alone in the corner, holding a nearly finished cigarette in his hand.

All four pairs of eyes turned to Cornelia, unabashedly sizing her up.

“So you’re Marc’s new assistant? You’re too pretty to be wasted working for someone like him,” said Leonardo, whom Cornelia recognized from pictures online.

Leonardo came from a wealthy home and was good–looking; he always made headlines and had dated countless female celebrities, earning him the reputation of being a notorious playboy in Riverton.

his frivolous words, Cornelia politely greeted him, “Mr.

hugging the woman next to him and swirling his wine glass, Leonardo asked, “Do you have

for sale, which Cornelia found repulsive, “Whether or not I have a boyfriend is my private

you don’t have a boyfriend, I can be

like these spoiled rich kids who tried to pursue every girl they met. If he weren’t Marcus’s friend, she wouldn’t even bother

laughing, “So you’re not interested in me, are

Cornelia worried that Marcus would misunderstand and

Marcus, but thankfully he was just focused on

saying no, so

do you not know how to respect people?” People like him were too narcissistic, thinking all women would be attracted to rich kids like them. If it weren’t for his family background, his life might be

“Marc, your

is quite bold. Who gave her the courage?” Another man chimed in, his eyes on

son of

Hartley family, the Reese

all around the same age and were said to have

a problem? Marcus’s deep voice cut through the chatter, and everyone looked at him as he slowly

quickly played peacemaker, “No problem, no

gave Cornelia a cold stare, full

first meeting, and they didn’t know each

and went straight to Marcus, who smelled of alcohol but had clear eyes, not looking

Chapter 8

a low voice, she asked, “President Hartley,

her,

replied, “Mr. Wilson told me to pick you

said, “Marc, life is short. You should enjoy it while you can, or it’s a

immediately turned serious, “You asked me to call the driver earlier,

Wrong.”

didn’t bother arguing, got

“Miss Cornelia, you should find

Cornelia was speechless.

feel that Leonardo was trying to make

the club, Cornelia saw a black Bentley parked

once he was seated, she got into the driver’s seat, “President Hartley, where

had

Marcus, “Blueshell Mansion.”