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.

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

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

stepped

had offended a partner and might be

Marcus suddenly speaking up, “Mr.

looked at Mr. Ducler, his face expressionless, but his eyes revealed his

and quickly apologized, “President Hartley, I’m sorry, I apologize

Marcus but never took his eyes off Cornelia, “I

you haven’t gotten

to her immediately!” Marcus played with his golf club, his face sporting a faint smile,

true emotions.

then laughed, “President Hartley, we’re partners,

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

through her own skills. Why was she being humiliated

herself, “Mr. Ducler, don’t you have any women in your family? Weren’t you

tall, neither humble nor

“Mr. Ducler, the Hartley Group doesn’t lack partners like you, but

the situation. “President Hartley, I’m truly sorry, I shouldn’t have treated your employee like

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

weak, almost dropping to his knees. “President Hartley,

over Mr. Ducler’s

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

of her, his 6’2” height towering over her 5’6” frame. Cornelia couldn’t see his expression but heard his deep

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

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 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 felt

side and you represent me. You

voice nasal, not from

up and say the abuser was wrong, not her,

a great job just