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?

It was a

no desire to marry into the Powell family.

mother of her superior, an ordinary

Brooklyn fired her under Madame Powell’s pressure, it was only

to buy her perfumes, Powell Group

superior’s mother, not my mother! We are all human, none is above the other. Madame Powell,

almost fainted out of

down and said elegantly, “I want to meet you, I will

serious, “You investigated me?”

smiled. “You are my son’s assistant, of course, I need to investigate you. I learned that you are living with your two 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.

Powell

threatened anyone, I just want to tell you that I want to meet

and handed

time is it

“It’s half-past three,

guess he should

someone rang the bell at Diana’s apartment.

They just moved to Sliwell City, they didn’t have many

went to the door and saw a stranger man through

a black suit with sunglasses

studio, “Mommy, there’s a stranger at the door.”

apartment was tight,

Unless…

authority that the security had to let him pass.

Austin’s head, “Go play with your sister,

the door with her slipper, “Who

“Ms. Anna, I’m Madame Powell’s driver, I guess you

told her straight.

seconds and put it back into her pocket. She crossed her arms and asked, “What

Sliwell City, don’t you? Mr. Powell is having a conference call now, he has no

afraid of Madame

to do anything to her despite disliking her to the