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?”

eyed her up and down like an item for sale, which Cornelia found repulsive, “Whether or

chuckled, “Well, if you don’t have a boyfriend, I

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 with

laughing, “So you’re

this, Cornelia worried that Marcus would misunderstand and affect her

but thankfully he was just focused on smoking and didn’t seem

are not saying

too narcissistic, thinking all women would be attracted to rich kids like them. If

“Marc, your

Another man chimed

the son of the Reese

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

age and were said to have been friends since

Marcus’s deep voice cut through the chatter,

quickly played peacemaker, “No problem, no

a cold

and they didn’t know

ignored them and went straight to Marcus, who smelled of alcohol but had clear

Chapter 8

she asked,

her, “Who asked you to

Wilson told me to pick

“Marc, life is short. You should

gave him an unhappy glance, and Leonardo immediately turned serious, “You asked me to call the driver

Wrong.”

bother arguing, got

out loudly, “Miss Cornelia, you should find a handsome man

Cornelia was speechless.

Leonardo

Cornelia saw a black Bentley parked at the

the car door for Marcus, and once he was seated, she got into the driver’s seat, “President

had

Marcus, “Blueshell Mansion.”

is a famous seaside residential area in Riverton, with sky–high prices per square meter that makes many people green with envy. And Marcus