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?”

a document to the office before. Ms.

after her if she wasn’t Mr. Powell’s assistant. Furthermore, she helped out in the collaboration between

filling Mirabelle’s

stopped and turned

did you just say? Do you dare to

was smiling, but

of the Powell Group saw her as

careful

about her even before she left the

Ms. Moss. We didn’t say

immediately apologized to

want to offend

Mirabelle sneered, “Pathetic fence-sitter.”

floor as she stepped

Mirabelle to hold the car door open,

Did she fight with

me back to the Moss Mansion,” Mirabelle threw

looked luxurious and

she stepped into the garden, “Welcome

her hand, “Where’s

caretaker said,

I’m home. I have something to

of strategic planning. Since Anna was already a threat that couldn’t be resolved easily, Mirabelle needed to discuss with her mother and planned out

felt uneasy for

Anna was different to all the

was capable

out Mirabelle’s story, Jessica waved her hand and

couch, then smiled slyly, “Mirabelle, this is easy-peasy. Call up Brooklyn’s

understood what Jessica was up to.

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