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.

his arm around her waist. “Miss,

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

stepped aside, anxiously

she had offended

suddenly speaking up,

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

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

continued speaking to Marcus but never took his eyes off Cornelia, “I really thought President Hartley was

haven’t gotten tired of this one, I’ll wait a

with his golf club, his face

true emotions.

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

“plaything” was like a poisonous needle stabbing into

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

didn’t wait for Marcus to speak. She 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 you need to humiliate a woman to

stood tall, neither humble nor arrogant, and

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

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

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

almost dropping to his knees. “President Hartley, it was my

sweeping over Mr. Ducler’s right hand before

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Chapter 4

to catch

over her 5’6” frame. Cornelia couldn’t

you. Stand up against bullying in the

Cornelia had heard him talk so much. His deep, powerful voice telling her that the harasser was wrong, not her,

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

but soften his tone, “You’re working by my side

nodded, her voice nasal, not from fear,

if there had been someone like him to stand up and say the abuser was wrong, not her, the victim,

did a

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