Mr. Powell Is Hunting for His Wife

Chapter 32: Did You Want Me to Carry You?

Diana waddled. She almost fell.

“Ouch,” Diana held on to the wall, covered her eyes with her hands and burped.

“Mr. Powell, what are you saying?” Diana sounded flirtatious, and she didn’t even notice.

Why was it warm in here?

Diana wanted to take off her clothes, but she noticed she wasn’t wearing a suit like she usually dressed. The outfit she wore didn’t even have a collar. She couldn’t take her clothes off herself.

Diana blinked her eyes and felt sad. Her bright eyes covered in tears.

Diana was struggling on how to take off her clothes so that she could felt less warm, while she answered Brooklyn’s question, “Hillvie is good…Burp…But I have to go overseas. I… I shave something to do in Sliwell City. I have to get it done… How to take these off?”

Diana finally found the zipper on her waist.

“Got it!”

Diana then tried to unzipped herself.

Brooklyn was getting sulkier every second.

Anna can’t drink?

Did she get drunk so easy?

Brooklyn took off his coat and threw it onto Diana’s head.

Diana’s dressed way halfway unzipped, and she got blinded with a black coat.

“What’s going on? Is there a power failure?”

Brooklyn felt speechless.

Brooklyn frowned. The next second, Diana heard his cold voice, “You don’t mind people looking at your naked body, but I do mind people gossiping about my assistant’s pet peeves. Put the coat on till you get home.”

Brooklyn controlled his anger. Luckily he didn’t pick Diana up and threw her into the car.

initial plan was to drive around

eyes and stared at the drunken Diana.

Anna wasn’t drunk, Brooklyn wouldn’t have to worry about her. But Anna was drunk. Who knew what was

control

he thought of Anna’s action to unzip herself when

and put it beside his

the

was surprised to see Anna in Brooklyn’s coat

this Mr. Powell and

why was Ms. Miller wearing

going to drive around after dinner?

and took a glance at Harper. He then

understood Mr. Powell wanted him

was so careful as he was afraid to cause scratches on the car. He couldn’t pay the

in Brooklyn’s coat after

opened a little, then closed

took a glance

to be flirtatious yet so

like her

Powell, what’s wrong with Ms.

the car, so he tried to make

today. He answered softly, “She

the director’s assistant, one mustn’t get

an assistant drink on behalf of her boss if she can’t drink at

“Did she drink white wine? Then she can drink. Mr. Powell, you should bring her

sneered, “She only had a few red

He wanted

rose again after a few minutes of

“How’s the investigation going?”

company. Information about her past was erased perfectly. All we know now was that she

ago?

Diana, then shook

that woman from

…

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