Mr. Powell Is Hunting for His Wife

Chapter 35: Killed Without Spilling Blood

Harper thought, if he told Anna about it, Anna might revenge even if she knew Mirabelle was Brooklyn’s fiancé.

For some reason, Harper always thought Anna was the kind of person that believed in “an eye for an eye”. If anyone harmed Anna, Anna would definitely take revenge.

Brooklyn massaged his forehead with his finger. He then slowly said, “I’ll give you a half-day leave. Repurchase everything broken and place them back onto Anna’s desk.”

“The fee…”

Brooklyn took a glance at Harper, “I’ll pay for them.”

Harper felt relieved.

He then patiently went through everything broken.

Harper was startled when he checked the price of the broken items. Initially, he thought Anna was from an ordinary well-off family. After all, Anna bought a unit in a luxurious apartment, and she was driving a sports car. But he never expected to see an ordinary glass Anna used to drink water was a limited edition from France.

Harper looked up the price on the internet. The glass cost almost five digits.

Harper almost fell to the ground.

Why did Mirabelle have to throw Anna’s stuff? Harper felt the pain to repurchase those items even if he wasn’t paying with his own money.

Harper made a list. Other than a broken perfume, he got everything on the list. That bottle of perfume might be a creation from Anna. All the money in the world couldn’t pay for Anna’s latest inspiration.

It seemed like he had to tell Anna what happened.

…

Mirabelle stomped out of Brooklyn’s office in heels. Everyone she passed by look at her curiously.

“Did you heard? Ms. Moss had a big fight with Mr. Powell in his office.”

“How did you know?”

overheard their conversation when he handed a document to the office before. Ms. Moss

wasn’t Mr. Powell’s assistant. Furthermore, she helped out in the collaboration between Hillvie and

filling

stopped and

you dare to

but she sounded

even the staff of the Powell Group saw her as

careful during

they dared to gossip about her even before she left the premises. Because of

Moss. We

staff immediately apologized

want to offend Mirabelle at

Mirabelle sneered, “Pathetic fence-sitter.”

knocked on the marble floor as she

guard helped Mirabelle to hold the car door open, “Ms.

looking good. Did she

Moss Mansion,” Mirabelle threw her bag onto

Mansion looked luxurious and

maids welcomed Mirabelle home as soon as she stepped into

waved her hand, “Where’s my

a nap,” the caretaker said, “Do you need me to wake

I’m home. I have something

of strategic planning. Since Anna was already a threat that couldn’t be

felt uneasy for

having a feeling that Anna was different to

Anna was capable of

waved her hand and asked

the comfortable couch, then smiled slyly, “Mirabelle, this is easy-peasy. Call up Brooklyn’s mother later. Greet

what Jessica was up to. After all, Jessica

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