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?”

up and down like an item for sale, which Cornelia found repulsive,

don’t have

in you. Cornelia didn’t like these spoiled rich kids who tried to pursue every girl they met. If he weren’t Marcus’s friend, she wouldn’t even bother

mind, instead laughing, “So you’re not interested

this, Cornelia worried that Marcus

but thankfully he was just focused on smoking

“you are not saying no, so I

do you not know how to respect people?” People like him were too narcissistic, thinking all women would be attracted to rich kids like them. If it weren’t for his family background,

“Marc, your

her the courage?” Another man chimed in, his

but she guessed he was the son of the Reese family, one of

the Reese family, the Wilson family, and the

and Cameron were all around the same age and were

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

quickly played peacemaker, “No problem,

Cornelia a cold

meeting, and they didn’t know each other. Why was

who smelled of alcohol but had clear eyes,

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asked, “President

her,

honestly replied, “Mr. Wilson told

laughed and said, “Marc, life is short. You

turned serious, “You asked me to

Wrong.”

got up to leave with Cornelia following closely

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

Cornelia was speechless.

that Leonardo was trying to make

saw a

once he was seated, she got into

Marcus had several high–value mansions

Marcus, “Blueshell Mansion.”

famous seaside residential area in Riverton, with sky–high prices per square meter that makes