Mr. Powell Is Hunting for His Wife

Austin looked like he was annoyed as he was woken up by the doorbell.

He saw the stranger at the door looking at the security camera and frowned like an adult, “Who are you?”

Harper thought that this little boy must be the child of Anna’s relative. He thought that Austin was quite vigilant, just like Anna. Then, he explained, “I’m Ms. Miller’s colleague, the secretary and personal assistant of the president of Powell Group. Ms. Miller is working overtime at the company, and Mr. Powell sent me here to take you to school.”

Daddy’s secretary? Austin stared at Harper who stood outside the door coldly and tried to remember his looks.

“Brother, who is it? It’s so early now…” Emily also heard the doorbell and ran to the door quickly without wearing shoes. She was rubbing her eyes with her little hands as she asked in a vague voice.

“Wait for a moment,” Austin told Harper at the door.

Austin turned around and went back to his room. He opened his laptop and quickly hacked into the internal system of Powell Group. He found out Harper’s worker ID number and memorized it silently.

“Austin, where is mummy?” Emily followed in and she looked a bit puzzled.

Austin calmly examined the data about Harper and said, “Mummy is working late at the company. Daddy asked the man at the door to take us to school. I need to find out if he’s the subordinate of the bad woman.”

“So, is he?” Emily asked nervously.

“No.” Austin glanced through Harper’s biography in one quick glance.

They realized that the man at the door was their daddy’s personal assistant, who had worked with him since their daddy had taken charge of Powell Group and had no connection to Mirabelle.

Austin pulled Emily back to the door, “Let me ask you, what your worker ID number in Powell Group is?”

Harper who stood outside the door was stunned. He wondered if Austin knew his worker ID number.

Although he was puzzled, he still followed his request and said his worker ID number.

Austin checked what he said with the data shown in the system and made sure there was no problem before opening the door.

When Harper saw Austin, he almost fell to his knees.

the mini version of Mr.

an affair with a woman, he would definitely suspect that the boy in front of

him as if he was the young master of the house, “Wait in the living room for a while. Emily and I are going to have breakfast

uneasy and changed into slippers before sitting on the sofa in

felt that Austin was the spitting image of Mr.

Mr. Powell as his personal secretary for many years, he would

finished their

Mr. Powell! Harper regained his consciousness and said, “The car is downstairs.

…

last night, she

the scene she saw almost made

was surprised to see herself sleeping

large private room. Brooklyn had untied his tie and she could see his firm pectoral muscles,

Diana gulped gently.

going on? Wasn’t she working overtime at the company? Why would she be in

Diana thought about it, she felt

time was it

Austin

from Brooklyn’s arms. She looked around and could not find her mobile

so loud that she woke

his deep and drowsy

move, let me rest a

closed his eyes again. It seemed like he was treating

was too busy doing her work and forgot the two children at home. She finished her words hurriedly. Without even waiting for Brooklyn’s reply, she

room, she

at Diana who had just woken up and smiled faintly, “Ms. Miller, Mr. Powell has instructed me to send your relative’s children to school in the morning. If you’re worried, you can call the

praised others praised them, “Ms. Miller, I think your relative’s children are quite vigilant. You know how

and saw a voice