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.

Ducler reached out and directly touched her butt, then wrapped his arm around her waist. “Miss, if

him to let go of her due to the pain and glare

Cornelia immediately stepped aside, anxiously looking

business negotiation, she had offended a partner

Cornelia didn’t expect was Marcus suddenly

face

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

Marcus but never took his eyes off Cornelia, “I really thought President Hartley

women. Since you haven’t gotten tired of this one, I’ll wait a

club, his face sporting a faint smile, making it hard to

true emotions.

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

stabbing into Cornelia’s heart, bringing

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

stood up for herself, “Mr. Ducler, don’t you have any women in your family? Weren’t you also born from a woman after ten months of pregnancy? Or do you think

humble

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

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

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

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

respond, his cold gaze sweeping over Mr. Ducler’s

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Chapter 4

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

6’2” height towering over her 5’6” frame. Cornelia couldn’t see his expression

who are wrong are those who sexually harass you, not you. Stand up against bullying in the

heard him talk so much. His deep, powerful voice telling her that the harasser was wrong, not her, giving her a sense of security. She said, “Thank

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

side and you represent me.

nasal, not from fear,

then when she was bullied, if there had been someone like him to stand up and say the abuser was wrong,

a great job just