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.

mask on the

open with great

they were 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

and she could finally

masquerade ball last night. It was also her

her younger sister had been forbidding

allow her to join a masquerade ball

And the champagne yesterday…

pupil shrunk and she immediately realized it

“I didn’t!”

out a cunning smile and did not try to conceal the disgust in

the mistress of

changed when she heard the

must be her younger sister who set everything up,

her face under the mask, she would be

would never have thought that her younger sister who used to behave obediently in front

covering the man. They wanted

the people away in

The crowd quickly followed.

back of her neck

man rumbled, “Miss, what should we do

was drugged, but he’s actually saved by her. Finish her, I don’t want