Mr. Powell Is Hunting for His Wife

In a presidential suite of the largest international hotel in Sliwell City..

Sunlight was shining on the huge bed through the curtain.

There was a vague appearance of a beautiful figure. The red mark near her collarbone was exceptionally conspicuous on her pale skin.

Diana Moss rubbed her eyes with a tiresome look and slightly moved her body. She realized every part of her body was aching terribly, especially her lower body part.

The pain was inexplicable. She frowned with a pale face.

What is this place?

After exhaling, she realized that was not her room.

What had happened last night?

She shook her head and realized her memory became very blur.

She instantly turned her head and her eyes fell onto the man beside her.

This man…

Their clothes were still scattered on the floor and the fox mask she had been wearing was dropped at the side too.

She could only pick some clothes that were considered complete from the pile of torn clothes and put them on her.

Before she could understand what had happened, a series of door knocking sound was suddenly heard.

the mask on the floor up

then pushed open with great force and a bunch of people rushed

still on the bed, and the one leading was the journalist of the biggest entertainment newspaper

that you show up here? Or is there any problem with the Moss’s that requires you to reach an unspeakable

and she

Mirabelle Moss who brought her to the masquerade ball last night. It was also her who prepared

time because her younger sister had been forbidding her

her to

And the champagne yesterday…

pupil shrunk and she immediately

“I didn’t!”

let out a cunning smile and did not try to conceal the disgust in his eyes at all.

mask down. You’re the mistress of the

her expression changed when she

it must be her younger sister who set everything up, or else it would not

face under the mask, she would

have thought that her younger sister who used to behave obediently in front of her

the journalists were going to take off the blanket that was covering the man. They wanted to see who on earth was

was all over Diana’s face. She pushed the people away in her blanket and escaped out of the

The crowd quickly followed.

corner, the back of her neck

on the floor, the man rumbled, “Miss, what should we do

of no more use to me. That guy was drugged, but he’s actually saved by her. Finish her,