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 you don’t know, let

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

immediately stepped aside, anxiously looking at

such a business negotiation, she had offended

was Marcus suddenly speaking up, “Mr. Ducler,

Mr. Ducler, his face expressionless, but his

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

took his eyes

you haven’t gotten

Marcus played with his golf club, his face sporting a faint

true emotions.

Hartley, we’re partners, she’s just

was like a poisonous needle stabbing

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

Weren’t you also born from a woman after ten months of pregnancy? Or

tall, neither humble

lack partners like you, but our company respects and cares for

“President Hartley, I’m truly sorry, I shouldn’t have treated your employee like that…” He paused, “Miss Cornelia,

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

legs went weak, almost dropping to his knees. “President Hartley, it was my bad, please forgive

didn’t respond, his cold gaze sweeping over Mr. Ducler’s

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to catch up. “President Hartley, thank you

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

bullying in the workplace, no matter the situation. You don’t have to suffer

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

reddened eyes. She hadn’t shown any fear

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

nasal, not from fear, but

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

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