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?”

conversation when he handed a document to the

she wasn’t Mr. Powell’s assistant. Furthermore, she helped out in the collaboration between Hillvie and the Powell Group. Of course, Mr. Powell trusted her. You

kept filling

and

say? Do you dare to repeat what you said in front of

smiling, but she

Powell Group saw her as

careful during

to gossip about her even before

Moss. We didn’t say

staff immediately apologized

didn’t want to

Mirabelle sneered, “Pathetic fence-sitter.”

marble floor

hold the car door open, “Ms. Moss,

good. Did she fight with Mr.

to the Moss Mansion,” Mirabelle threw her

Mansion looked luxurious and

she stepped into

waved her hand, “Where’s

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

“Tell my mother I’m home. I have something

better than her in terms of strategic planning. Since Anna was already a threat that couldn’t be

felt uneasy for

a feeling that Anna was different to all the women

was afraid that Anna was capable of taking

her hand and asked

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

up to. After all,

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