C22 I Thought It Was Her Who Took the Initiative

He thought she was the one who took the initiative

However, she still stood up straight and looked straight into the man's eyes without losing her momentum.

A hint of surprise flashed across Dempsey Wilson's cold eyes.

Almost every woman that saw him would show him their most beautiful side, and their faces would become even more coquettish, wishing that they could burrow under his pants.

However, this woman in front of him who had a face colder than his and a face lighter than his gave him a completely different feeling.

The night before last, she had put on casual clothes to hide her beautiful little face.

Today, Dempsey Wilson couldn't help but look at her twice more as she was wearing an elegant, black, professional suit.

The white shirt was neatly buttoned to the second button, revealing half of her elegant and slender white neck. She was wearing a tight suit with a slim and slender body, outlining her delicate figure. She was naturally alluring.

The most stunning was that small face. She had long, black hair that reached her waist, and was small and exquisite. Her facial features were so soft and beautiful that it was just right.

The end of her long hair was slightly curled, symbolizing her stubborn and unyielding personality. This made the man feel a sense of wanting to conquer her.

The man's scrutinizing gaze made Clarie Scott feel uncomfortable.

Following that, the man sat opposite her like an emperor and crossed his legs.

Clarie Scott's languid posture had a hint of estrangement and indifference to it. Her thin lips moved slightly as she asked this question, making her face pale in anger.

"When did you sleep with my brother? Where did you sleep? "A few times!"

Clarie Scott could feel the mockery in the man's tone, and replied with an icy expression, "What do you mean by that? I don't know your brother at all. "

"How can there be children if you don't know them? I saw those two little things with my own eyes today. They look very similar to my brother when he was young. " The deep, deceptive quality of the voice sounds as if it can make an ear pregnant.

But Clarie Scott was no longer in the mood to enjoy his charming male voice. When she heard him mention her child, she immediately stood up in excitement like a little wild cat whose tail had been stepped on. Her face was flushed red as she retorted, "Just based on the fact that my child looks so much like your brother, you judge it to be his. Isn't that a bit too ridiculous? I wanted to say that my child looks like you, but have I slept with you before? You're really a strange person."

"I'm not interested in someone as mediocre as you lying naked in front of me." Dempsey Wilson seemed to be infuriated, his tone was full of disdain.

Clarie Scott didn't expect this man to be so contemptuous of her. She coldly snorted, unwilling to be outdone. "You really take yourself seriously, I can honestly tell you that I've met many men who are even more handsome than you. You aren't handsome enough to make me want to take off my clothes."

These words were definitely the most ear-piercing that Dempsey Wilson had ever heard. His handsome and picturesque face instantly turned dark and ugly like a storm.

"I have already sent the DNA of a child for comparison. The outcome, will be known very soon, but I need to remind you beforehand, don't be delusional enough to think that you can marry into my family once you have a son. You won't be able to step past the threshold of Wilson Family." Tyrant would retaliate with more piercing words after it had been angered.

Clarie Scott heard that this person had already obtained her daughter's DNA. He even sent it for inspection. Her heart sank to the bottom.

She was instantly enraged. Her two small hands tightly clenched into fists, as if she wanted to immediately give him a slap.

"Mister, I am the mother of a child. How can you do such a thing without my permission? I want to sue you! I'm accusing you of wounding yourself intentionally. "