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.

felt the kid was the mini version of

Mr. Powell had never had an affair with a woman, he would definitely suspect that the boy in front

if he was the young master of the house,

uneasy and changed into slippers before sitting

that Austin was the spitting

Powell as his personal secretary for many years, he would have really suspected

Emily finished their breakfast, they said, “Alright,

the two children did really looked like Mr. Powell! Harper regained his consciousness and said, “The car is downstairs.

…

stayed up all night last night, she

to open her eyes, the scene she saw almost made her

was surprised to see herself

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

Diana gulped gently.

the company? Why would she be in Brooklyn’s private room with him and even lying on

thought about it, she felt

What time

take Austin

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

so loud that she woke up Brooklyn,

and drowsy eyes and

me rest

closed his eyes again. It seemed like he was treating her only as a cushion that allowed

voice ringing out beside him, “Mr. Powell, I need to go home now.” Diana was restless as she was too busy doing her work and forgot the two children at home. She finished her words hurriedly. Without even waiting

pushed open the door to her room, she saw Harper who was helping Brooklyn to sort

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

them, “Ms. Miller, I think

phone and saw a voice