Impulsive Vow to an Enigmatic Husband

Chapter 852

Marcus, “Get the hell out of here!”

The man struggled to get up, his legs so wobbly that he had trouble getting into his car.

Cornelia stopped him, “Hold up a minute.”

The man, “What now?”

Cornelia, “Give me your bank account number.”

The man, not knowing what she was up to, trembled as he gave her his bank account number.

Cornelia immediately transferred two hundred dollars to him and noted, “This fender bender is on us. I’ve sent you

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the compensation.”

He didn’t want to take the money and thought about reporting it later, but under Cornelia’s gaze, he didn’t dare not

to. Accepting the money meant accepting the settleme

Once she saw the payment go through, Cornelia smiled, “You can go now.”

The guy quickly drove off, leaving Cornelia and Marcus by themselves.

Marcus moved a bit closer to Cornelia, “Cornelia…”

“President Hartley, you shouldn’t have taken matters into your own hands. It’s bad for your image.” Cornelia said

without looking at him. She went to his car to check the damage. It wasn’t too bad, just some paint chipped off.

But the repair would certainly cost a pretty penny, an amount she didn’t even dare to imagine. Cornelia thought it

was such a waste of money.

But at least he was okay.

She called Zack, “Zack, go check out the car at the dealership, I’ll catch up with you.”

After making the call, Cornelia finally turned to Marcus, “President Hartley, please sit in the passenger seat.”

Marcus moved to the passenger side, and Cornelia got into the driver’s seat and started the car.

Marcus, “Are we going home?”

“I recall you have an important meeting today. I’ll drop you off at the office first, then take your car to be repaired.”

Cornelia drove straight to the Hartley Group.

It didn’t take long to get there as it was quite close, “President Hartley, you can get out now. I’ve contacted the

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insurance company, and I’ll take the car to the dealership. Once it’s fixed, they’ll deliver it to your house.”

She didn’t leave him high and dry after the accident and had quickly come to his side. He thought that maybe she

had softened up and wasn’t angry anymore. But hearing how polite she was being to him, he realized she was still

mad.

Marcus, “Cornelia…”

Cornelia, “President Hartley, is there anything else you need? If not, please get out of the car.”

When Marcus stayed silent, Cornelia urged him again, “President Hartley, please get out. After you’ve dealt with

your business, I have my own private matters to attend to.” Marcus had no choice but to get out. As soon as he did,

Cornelia hit the gas hard, and the car shot out like an arrow, quickly disappearing from his sight.