Impulsive Vow to an Enigmatic Husband (END) novel Chapter 214

Chapter 214 

Zack grumbled, “Why the hell is he honking? We’re not in his way. Just because he’s got a fancy car, he thinks he’s hot shit.” 

Abigail said, “Our car probably isn’t even worth one of his tires. He really does have the right to be arrogant.” 

Comelia couldn’t get their attention by honking, so she rolled down her window and called out a few times, still no response. She had no choice but to get out and call them, “Why are you guys ignoring me?” 

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Abigail said, “We’ve sent so many messages in the group chat, advising you not to waste money on unworthy men. It’s you who are ignoring us.” 

Comelia waved at them, “I mean right now, look back.” 

Abigail turned around and saw her, “Why are you in the parking lot?” 

Cornelia patted the car next to her, wanting to share this gem with them, “I came to park.” 

Abigail hung up the call and ran over, circling the car, feeling it up and down, “Cornelia, don’t tell me this car was gifted to you by your husband.” 

“I wouldn’t want his car.” Cornelia laughed, “This is a company car. As long as I don’t quit, I get to drive it.” 

Abigail got in the driver’s seat, fondling the steering wheel, “Cornelia, I suddenly really want to work at your company! If they can get me a car like this, I’m willing to work overtime every day, even work for Marcus.” 

Cornelia laughed, “You always said Marcus was a jerk, now you think he’s a good guy?” 

Abigail said, “That was before I knew how handsome he is, and how generous he is. Have you heard me bad–mouth him after meeting him?” 

Zack, who had just finished parking, made a face, “It’s just a car. We can buy one ourselves if we earn the money. Can you guys have some ambition?” 

Abigail asked, “Are you saying you don’t want to test drive it?” 

Zack said, “Of course I want to, but I won’t give in. I’m telling you, Marcus is definitely not a good guy.” 

Cornelia suddenly said seriously, “Zack, Marcus is my boss. I genuinely respect him, so I don’t want to hear either of you bad–mouthing him anymore.” 

Cornelia is rarely this serious with them, so when she is, they don’t joke around, “Alright, we won’t say it anymore.” 

Abigail quickly lightened the mood, “Why keep bringing up other men. The three of us rarely get to go home together, let’s go grocery shopping and cook together.” 

Cornelia nodded, “Okay, tonight each of us will make a dish we’re good at.” 

They went to the supermarket and picked out the ingredients they needed for their dishes.