Mr. Powell Is Hunting for His Wife

All men were the same, even those handsome ones!

If Brooklyn really dared to ask her to sleep with him, she would immediately leave this company. She had dozens more way to revenge Mirabelle even without Brooklyn.

Diana’s red lips evoked a sneer smile. She didn’t expect that her baby’s father was no different from those men outside, and he was also a lusted person.

Brooklyn raised his eyebrows and leaned back, his upper body sinking comfortably into the comfortable work chair.

He lazily looked at the woman in front of him, she wore a sexy and attractive make up, tall figured and had delicate curves.

When they first met, she was flirtatious and took the initiative to kiss him, as if she was trying to tell him that she was trying to seduce him.

But now, Diana’s sleepy eyes shone a wave of anger, and her white and tender cheeks were blushed in redness.

It was not because of shyness, but because of anger.

Interesting.

Brooklyn moved his thin lips and said, “Harper is right, my assistant really doesn’t need to accompany me to sleep.”

“Then why are you requesting me to rest with you?” Diana crossed her arms in front of her chest and thought that he meant something other than just resting together. She was not a three-year-old kid.

Brooklyn knew that she had misunderstood his words, but it was fun to tease her.

He pressed the remote control, the closed door in the office opened automatically, inside was a luxuriously decorated bedroom. There was a spacious and comfortable king size bed, transparent glass wine cabinet, a sofa, a closet, and everything a person needed. From the first glance, she knew he had been playing around with women during the usual days.

“Mr. Powell, I didn’t know that you, the person who made the Powell Group into the leading enterprise in China, are like every other man. I never thought that you’ll want to sleep with your female subordinates.”

Brooklyn raised his eyelids and looked at her from the top to the bottom.

A few seconds later, he got up and walked lazily to her front, “I’ll sleep on the bed, and you sleep on the sofa.”

Diana opened her eyes slightly, and she looked at the man who was looking at her from above in surprise.

sleep on the bed and

kind of game was

fingers, “That’s what I meant, I sleep on the bed and you, on the sofa. This

he stretched out his long legs and walked towards the bedroom, leaving the dumbfounded Diana

her senses, she went into the

the spacious white bed, there was a dressing stool, on which rests the suit and tie

the bed,

sofa, it was actually about the same size as a double bed, so it

to accompany him to rest was merely just sleeping and not doing other things. Plus, they would

it did not

did not rest well last night. It would be a good thing the

took off her high heels, lay on the sofa and covered herself

she closed her eyes, she felt sleepy instantly, and soon enough,

on the bed, opened his eyes and

obedient and tame rabbit, sleeping sounded in

had a faint smile on his lips. This was

Anna left his office, he hadn’t rest well because of the high intensity

a coincidence. For the second time, it might be a coincidence. So today, he would let her to rest with him to

was filled with the mysterious and gentle fragrance of Diana’s body and it made Brooklyn

himself to fall asleep with that scent swirling around him. That scent

mind, which was, he would keep this interesting woman

woke up, the sky outside the

she been sleeping until the

spacious bed and found that

lifted the quilt away from her body, changed into high heels, hurriedly organized her clothes that had become a bit messy

bumped into Harper who was reporting

as if he

Anna come out of Mr. Powell’s

would never bring a woman into this room; even Miss Mirabelle