Mr. Powell Is Hunting for His Wife

Chapter 17: There’s No Need to Pretend in Front of Me, Anna

When Mirabelle heard his words, her face was as white as sheet. She looked so pale, as if she were going to be frozen to death.

She forgot that even though she had claimed herself to be Brooklyn’s fiancée, she was still a perfumer of the Moss Group before she officially married him!

Brooklyn’s words revealed her true identity as a competitor of the Powell Group.

Mirabelle was so shocked that she could no longer stand firmly. She felt so shaky that even a touch could make her fall to the ground.

Not only Mirabelle, but Diana and Harper were shocked too.

It seemed that the relationship between Brooklyn and Mirabelle was worse than she had ever imagined. Then, Diana stopped staring at Mirabelle and turned to Brooklyn.

“Mr. Powell, since Ms. Moss has apologized, there’s none of my business here. So, I will go back and do my own work first. I will come back when you have other instructions.”

Diana’s initial intention had been achieved by letting Mirabelle apologize to her.

Originally, she thought that the both of them were very close. She even planned to start attacking their relationship in order to revenge Mirabelle.

But now, it seemed that the relationship between Brooklyn and Mirabelle was not that close and harmonious in the first place.

Marriage between the wealthy families was normally for the sake of business cooperation. Today, it was clear that Brooklyn did not take Mirabelle as his own family member when he treated her like that.

“Stop.” Brooklyn spoke coldly, “Who told you to leave?”

She deliberately chose to let the letter reached the villa at the same time when he returned to the villa, so that he could read the contents of the letter. Now that her intention had achieved, she was still trying to slip away now.

Diana’s feet, which were ready to leave, paused and turned around. She kept a smile on her face.

“Mr. Powell, do you have any additional request?”

Brooklyn did not answer her immediately, but repeated his words, “Harper, ask the driver to send Ms. Moss back.”

“Okay, Mr. Powell.” Harper turned and smiled apologetically at Mirabelle, “Ms. Moss, please cooperate.”

had always maintained an image of a gentle and generous daughter of the Moss

mentioned his request, how could she

by Diana, she

and stared at

“If you want to make perfume for you again, you are welcome to find me as long as

a fool if she sought for Anna’s help to

were wasted. In addition, her action had provoked Brooklyn to dislike her even

Brooklyn’s office. The two looked at each other for a while, and then

you wanted me to stay here.” She gently bent forward and leaned on the desk. She acted like a bad woman trying to seduce her own boss, “Your relationship with Ms. Moss is not as cordial as the rumors, right? Almost every man will try to keep a pretty woman like

there quietly and watched Diana

he spoke slowly, but he avoided her question, “You purposely send to letter when

like a stream

outstanding handsome appearance, Brooklyn’s

about? I can’t really understand.” Diana blinked her big eyes twice, looking as innocent as

a hot body and seductive makeup, but

how attractive she was when she showed that innocent look

of his lips tugged a little and he leaned back

Anna.” Brooklyn’s inquisitive gaze fell on her, trying to see her thoroughly, “If you’re a smart woman, you

in the past, which was the cold and apathic tone

a hint of warning from

only 15 years old. He was excellent in observing. Hence, Diana would not dare to

pulled back her body from the table and stood up straight. Her red lips opened and closed as she spoke

price for having me

price?” She couldn’t help to feel nervous

let it be the common game he liked, letting a woman

had just changed her impression towards Brooklyn recently. She hoped that he would not act

simple, “You will work in my

he gave such an unbelievable condition, even Harper, who had been working with Brooklyn for many years,

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