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.

on the bed and

kind of game was

bed and you, on the sofa. This is your punishment, if you

finished speaking, he stretched out his long legs and walked

she came back to her senses, she

there was a dressing stool, on which rests the suit and tie that Brooklyn

sofa, which had some distance from the bed, placed

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

her to accompany him to rest was merely just sleeping and not doing

request was strange, it did

would be a good thing

off her high heels, lay on the sofa

felt sleepy instantly,

on the bed, opened

an obedient and tame rabbit, sleeping sounded in

did not notice that he had a faint smile on his lips. This was very rare for

hadn’t rest well because of the high intensity of his work. But

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

in the room was filled with the mysterious and gentle fragrance of Diana’s body and it

fall asleep

had a thought in his mind, which was, he would keep this interesting woman by his side, no matter

she woke up, the sky outside the window had turned into the

she been sleeping until the

and found that there was no sign of Brooklyn

organized her clothes that had become a bit messy because of

who

her as if he saw a ghost in

come out of Mr. Powell’s private

never bring a woman into this room; even Miss Mirabelle didn’t have the