Impulsive Vow to an Enigmatic Husband

Chapter 8

Late at night, Cornelia’s sweet dreams were shattered by a phone call.

Groggily, she found her phone and saw “Marcus” displayed on the screen, instantly waking her up.

Cornelia sat up and answered, “President Hartley, hello!”

It was a strange man’s voice, “Your President Hartley is drunk, come to Shimmer Club and pick him up”

“Who are you?” At this time, Marcus should be with his wife.

How could he get drunk at Shimmer Club?

And who was this stranger calling from his phone?

“I’m Leonardo Wilson, hurry up and get over here.” The other party hung up after speaking.

Cornelia knew Leonardo was Marcus’s friend, and his family was one of Riverton’s four major families.

It was part of Cornelia’s job to pick up Marcus if he was drunk.

Cornelia quickly changed into her work clothes and rushed to Shimmer Club by taxi.

Shimmer Club was Riverton’s most exclusive membership club, not open to ordinary people.

Leonardo had already informed the staff, and someone greeted Comelia as soon as she got out of the car, leading her to the private room, “Miss, they’re inside.”

Cornelia thanked the staff and knocked on the door, immediately seeing two couples drinking on the couch, with only Marcus sitting alone in the corner, holding a nearly finished cigarette in his hand.

All four pairs of eyes turned to Cornelia, unabashedly sizing her up.

“So you’re Marc’s new assistant? You’re too pretty to be wasted working for someone like him,” said Leonardo, whom Cornelia recognized from pictures online.

Leonardo came from a wealthy home and was good–looking; he always made headlines and had dated countless female celebrities, earning him the reputation of being a notorious playboy in Riverton.

Despite his frivolous words, Cornelia politely greeted him, “Mr. Wilson, hello! I’m here to pick up President Hartley

While hugging the woman next to him and swirling his wine glass, Leonardo asked, “Do you have a boyfriend?”

down like an item for sale, which Cornelia found repulsive, “Whether or not I have a boyfriend is my private

don’t have a boyfriend, I can be

who tried to pursue every girl they met. If he weren’t Marcus’s

laughing, “So you’re not interested in

that Marcus would misunderstand

at Marcus, but thankfully he was just focused on

are not saying no, so

too narcissistic, thinking all women would be attracted to rich kids like them. If it weren’t for his family

“Marc, your

is quite bold. Who gave her the courage?” Another man chimed in,

didn’t know him, but she guessed he was the son of the Reese family, one of the

the Hartley family, the Reese family, the Wilson family, and the

around the same age and

problem? Marcus’s deep voice cut through the chatter, and everyone looked at him

peacemaker, “No problem, no

cold stare, full of

meeting, and they didn’t know each other. Why was he treating her this

ignored them and went straight to Marcus, who smelled

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she asked,

at her,

“Mr. Wilson told

and said, “Marc, life is short.

immediately turned serious, “You asked me to call the driver earlier,

Wrong.”

him but didn’t bother arguing, got up to leave with Cornelia

Leonardo called out loudly, “Miss Cornelia, you should find a handsome man like me. Your President Hartley is just

Cornelia was speechless.

feel that Leonardo was trying to make

club, Cornelia saw a black Bentley parked at

car door for Marcus, and once he was seated, she got into the

Marcus had

Marcus, “Blueshell Mansion.”

is a famous seaside residential area in Riverton, with sky–high prices per square meter