Mr. Powell Is Hunting for His Wife

Since Madame Powell was able to investigate Diana’s background, it was not difficult to get her mobile number.

Diana was busy at the studio when Madame Powell called.

She frowned seeing an unknown number on display.

“Hello, may I know who are you?”

An elegant and serious tone was heard after few seconds of silence.

“Are you Anna?”

The other party spoke coldly.

All women from wealthy family liked using this tone, her mother was no different. Though she didn’t have much of memories, that woman spoke with this tone too.

Diana smiled mockingly and replied, “Yes, I am Anna, may I know who is speaking?”

The other end let out a cold groan and introduced herself. “I’m Brooklyn Powell’s mother.”

This put a smile on Diana’s face.

So, she wanted to show her some colors?

Brooklyn’s mother called because she learned that she was sharing an office with Brooklyn.

It was not Brooklyn that told his mother, it must be Mirabelle then.

Diana answered lightly with an “Oh” and continued, “So it’s Mr. Powell’s mother. How are you? May I know the reason you called?”

Madame Powell leaned on the sofa leisurely and raised her eyebrow.

This lady didn’t even sound scared.

“You know who am I but gave a response like this?

I responded, Madame Powell?” It was a joke to Diana.

she had no desire to marry into the

was nothing but a mother of her superior,

in the same position, if Brooklyn fired her under Madame Powell’s pressure, it

lining up to buy her perfumes, Powell Group

any lipstick on moved. “You are my superior’s mother, not my mother! We are all human, none is above the other.

fainted out of

elegantly, “I want to meet you, I will send someone to fetch you

serious, “You investigated

children in an apartment? Nothing serious, I just wish to know a little about you. Perhaps I should tell you that the Powell Group owns part of the shares of the school your children are attending. You get what

Madame Powell

just want to tell you

hung up soon after and handed

it now?” She

housekeeper replied, “It’s half-past three,

nodded, “I guess he should be there

meantime, someone rang the bell at Diana’s

have many friends. Who

went to the door and saw a

wore a black suit with

and ran towards Diana’s studio, “Mommy, there’s a stranger at the

tight, non-resident would not

Unless…

who wanted to enter was from high authority that the security had to let

hand, she patted on Austin’s head, “Go play

door with her slipper, “Who

outside replied politely, “Ms. Anna, I’m Madame Powell’s driver, I

told her straight.

mobile for a couple of seconds and put it back into her pocket. She crossed her arms

City, don’t you? Mr. Powell is having a conference call now, he has no time for you. I believe you are smart enough not to provoke the most powerful person in Sliwell after

afraid

to her despite disliking