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 joke to Diana.

Mirabelle, she had no desire to marry into the

Powell was nothing but a mother of

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

buy her perfumes, Powell Group

my mother! We are all human, none is above the other. Madame Powell, please do tell

fainted

elegantly, “I want to meet you,

turned serious, “You

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

Powell threatening

anyone, I just want to tell you that I want

up soon after and handed the phone to the

it now?” She

replied, “It’s

nodded, “I guess he should

the meantime, someone rang the bell at Diana’s

to Sliwell City, they didn’t have many friends. Who would come

the door and saw a stranger man through

suit with sunglasses

towards Diana’s studio, “Mommy, there’s a

apartment was tight, non-resident

Unless…

person who wanted to enter was from high authority

hand, she patted on Austin’s head, “Go play with your sister, I’ll have a

door with her

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

told her straight.

into her pocket. She crossed

Sliwell City, don’t you? Mr. Powell is having a conference call now, he

smiled, she wasn’t afraid of

to her despite