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?”

when he handed a document to the office before. Ms. Moss looked furious! It must be

many people going after her if she wasn’t Mr. Powell’s assistant. Furthermore, she helped out in the

filling

stopped and turned

to repeat what you said in front

smiling, but she sounded

the staff of the Powell

usual careful during

about her even before she left the premises.

no, Ms. Moss. We didn’t say

immediately

want to

Mirabelle sneered, “Pathetic fence-sitter.”

heels knocked on the marble floor as she

door open, “Ms. Moss, are

looking good. Did she

Mirabelle threw

Mansion looked

home as soon as she stepped into the garden, “Welcome home,

her hand,

nap,” the caretaker said, “Do you

nodded, “Tell my mother I’m home. I have something to

Anna was already a threat that couldn’t be resolved easily, Mirabelle needed

uneasy

having a feeling that Anna was different to all the women Brooklyn

capable of taking Brooklyn away

Jessica waved her hand and asked her

the comfortable couch, then smiled slyly, “Mirabelle, this is easy-peasy. Call

what Jessica was up to. After all, Jessica raised

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