Chapter 37 Impulsive Vow To An Enigmatic Husband

• The two amused Cornelia, and she laughed, saying. “You guys keep mindlessly praising me like this. Are you trying to stroke my ego?” Abigail replied, “You’re so awesome. Cant we compliment you a bil?” Zack chimed in, “Exactly!” Cornelia suddenly became serious, Why does being with someone of the opposite gender always lead to such negative assumptions? Zack and I have been living together for over 20 years, has there ever been any love between us?” Abigail replied. “Can Zack even be considered a man?” Cornelia responded, Definitely not.” Zack said, Ladies, please watch your words!” Cornelia thought for a moment, “Why do you guys think something might be happening between me and my boss?” Abigail asked, is there?” Cornelia glared at her, ‘Don’t joke around. I’m seriously asking you.” Abigail answered. Because I like the plot of powerful CEOs falling in love. Imagine a handsome and wealthy CEO falling for a beautiful young secretary, dating and working together. Just thinking about it feels so wonderful!” Cornelia glared at her again, “You’re in dreamland, yikes! Zack, your turn.”
• Zack said, Tm afraid if I say it, you’ll get angry” Cornelia said, “Just say it. I promise I won’t get mad” Zack said, “I’m also interested in the scenario Abby mentioned” Cornelia was speechless. She wanted to get angry. Although she didn’t get a helpful explanation from them, Cornelia still found many reasons people might think she and Marcus were a couple from their jokes. First, because of work, she was the closest female to Marcus. Second, she was pretty attractive, and when a good–looking man and woman are together, people tend to overthink and assume. She would do the same. She always took a second look when she saw a beautiful young couple on the street. After breakfast, Zach and Abigail went to the studio. As soon as Zack drove away, two burly men jumped out of a parked business car and blocked Cornelia in the middle, “Ms. Stewart, the lady wants to see you. Please come with us.” They were aggressive, not asking for her permission but trying to take her away by force. Cornelia quietly reached for her phone in her bag, ready to call for help, “Who is this lady you’re talking about?” “Ms. Stewart, you’ll know when you get there.” The burly man saw Cornelia’s actions, snatched her bag, and put her in the car before she could react. The two burly men sat on either side of Cornelia, and she struggled but couldn’t break free, “Who are you guys? Do you know what you’re doing?” One of them said, “Ms. Stewart, as long as you cooperate with us, we guarantee not to hurt you.”
• Who would believe a kidnapper’s words? Cornelia looked at the speaker, “This is kidnapping, an illegal act. If you let me go now, I can pretend this never happened. Otherwise…” “Heh… The man glanced at Cornelia as if she was a fool. Cornelia knew that talking about the law with these people would be useless, but it was the only thing she could think of to save herself. Her phone and purse were on the passenger seat so she couldn’t get them Cornelia watched helplessly as the car drove out of town onto the coastal highway About an hour later, the car arrived at the beach, and they switched to a speedboat. After a dozen minutes on the speedboat, they arrived at Pacific Island. Everyone in Riverton knew that Pacific Island was the Hartley family’s private island, with a world famous luxurious estate After twists and turns, the two burly men brought Cornelia to a small building From one side of the building, you could see a large lawn, which ended at a cliff, and beyond that, the endless sea On the lawn was a large tent with chairs under it, and a woman was leisurely drinking tea. Before seeing this person clearly. Cornelia guessed that this woman might be Marcus‘ mother, Courtney Kamp–Hartley. But why would Courtney want to see her? The two men brought Cornelia to the woman, “Malam, we’ve brought her “Alright, you may leave now “Courtney looked at Cornelia and smiled. “Ms. Stewart, you don’t mind me inviting you to my home in this manner, do you?” Her skin was well–maintained, her makeup delicate, and she looked elegant and beautiful. You couldn’t tell she was already in her fifties. “Mrs. Kamp, what do you want with me?” Cornelia did mind being “invited” like this, but what could she do? Some rich people think they can do whatever they want because of their money. Cornelia even believed that if she angered the woman before her, she could easily have her thrown into th Sea Courtney smiled and said. “Ms. Stewart, please have a seat.” She was smiling, but her eyes showed no sign of laughter. Cornelia didn’t want to stay with her any longer. ‘Mrs. Kamp, just say what you want.” Courtney pointed to an empty chair. “Sit down and have some tea first. We can talk slowly.” Cornelia had no choice but to sit down, but she didn’t take the tea Courtney offered. “You’re afraid I’ve poisoned the tea?” Courtney’s voice was gentle. ‘Ms. Stewart, do I look like a bad person to you?” Cornelia said bluntly, “If you’re not bad, why would you invite someone like this?”