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.

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

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

immediately stepped aside,

business negotiation, she had offended a

was Marcus suddenly speaking up, “Mr.

looked at Mr. Ducler, his face expressionless,

epiphany and quickly apologized, “President Hartley, I’m

his eyes off Cornelia, “I really thought President

Since you haven’t gotten tired

Marcus played with his golf club, his face sporting a faint smile, making it hard

true emotions.

paused, then laughed, “President Hartley, we’re partners, she’s

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

money through her own skills. Why was

you have any women in your family? Weren’t you also

tall, neither humble nor arrogant, and spoke

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

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

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

almost dropping to his knees. “President Hartley,

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

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

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

are those who sexually harass you, not you. Stand up against bullying in the workplace, no

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

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

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

voice nasal, not from fear, but

to stand up and say the abuser was wrong, not her, the

added, “You did a great job just