Chapter 948 Bad Timing


    J crossed her arms over her chest, her expression turning into something that bordered on


    displeasure. "You said you were only going to kiss me," sheined.


    She had a feeling that Brandon wouldn''t just stop at a few kisses if she let him have his way.


    Raising her eyebrows, she reminded him, "We are in your office, and my neck is injured..."


    Brandon got off from J and smoothed a hand over his now-rumpled clothes. The usual


    indifference quickly returned to his face. "You make me sound like a jerk who''s controlled by my


    urges." He looked at J, his eyes twinkling with mischief as the corner of his lips turned upward


    into a wicked smirk. "And it''s not like we''ve never slept with each other before. Of all people, you


    should know just how well I can control myself."


    J''s cheeks burned at his words. "Brandon..." she argued weakly.


    Her voice hade out in a low breath— the hushed sound stirring Brandon''s desire.


    "Tell me what you want, J..." Taking advantage of his height, Brandon looked down at J like


    a predator carefully watching its prey.


    His low, sensual murmur had the desired effect. J, knowing that Brandon was perfectly aware of


    the effect he had on her, grew irritated. In an effort to retaliate, she pulled his tie and stood on tiptoe,


    their lips meeting in another kiss. However, the sudden action caused too much strain on her


    wound. The next moment, a scream came from J. She looked down and blushed in


    embarrassment.


    Brandon was trying his best to hold back hisughter as he approached her. Carefully, he tilted her


    head, supporting her neck with his hand. The space between their lips was slowly closing...


    "Ah! Sorry, I didn''t see anything! Don''t mind me!" Sean hurriedly covered his eyes at the scene in


    front of him.


    Brandon sent a re toward him, his teeth gritting into a snarl. "Don''t you know how to knock?"


    Sean wore an innocent look on his face as he held the doorknob and answered, "But you forgot to


    close the door, Mr. Larson."


    Meanwhile, J hid behind the desk in embarrassment.


    Brandon, on the other hand, was nonchnt as ever. He ced a hand on the desk and said as if


    nothing had happened, "What is it?"


    Sean had almost forgotten the reason he dropped by from shock. He gathered himself quickly and


    reported, "The pregnant woman is out of danger now. She gave birth to a daughter, and the road is


    open now. An ambnce had just arrived to take her and the baby to the hospital."


    "Take care of the rest. You can leave now." Brandon had thought it was over as Sean turned to


    leave.


    But before he stepped out the door, Sean turned around and asked, "The police have also arrived.


    Should I tell the guards to hand Jethro over to them?" "Yes. Leave him with the police. And next


    time, just say everything you need to at one go. I''d like to be done with everything without wasting


    time," Brandon said, his voiceced with irritation.


    "Understood, Sir." Sean nodded obediently and left the room.


    "Mr. Larson''s temper is really something else. I don''t know how his wife can stand it," Muttering to


    himself, Sean walked in the corridor.


    "Who are you talking about?" Este came up to him, full of curiosity.


    After she sent the clean towels for Lydia, she looked for J everywhere. The moment Este


    heard that the CEO''s office was on the top floor, she was sure that J and Brandon were


    together. She came up and waited, wanting to dig around more.


    s, there was no sign of J. Instead, she came face to face with an employee of the Larson


    Group.


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    Sean was taken aback by Este''s sudden appearance. Who was this woman?


    "Miss, this is the top floor. It''s a restricted area. Please go down," he said in a serious voice.


    Raising her eyebrows, Este scrutinized the young man. He had a youthful face and bright eyes,


    which gave an air of innocence around him. Just now, he hade out of Brandon''s office. Could


    he be the CEO''s secretary?


    "Are you Brandon''s secretary?"


    "I''m Mr. Larson''s personal assistant. Which department are you under?" Sean was growing


    increasingly stern as the encounter prolonged. "If you''re not going to leave, I''m afraid I would need


    to have a word with your supervisor."


    Este was unfazed. It was a useless threat. After all, she was not an employee of thispany.


    She grew even more eager upon hearing who Sean was. "You''re his assistant? Then you must


    know a lot about Brandon."