Mr. Powell Is Hunting for His Wife

Chapter 37: Helen of Troy

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

to marry into

was nothing but a mother of

Brooklyn fired her under Madame Powell’s pressure, it was only the Powell Group that would experience loss.

up to buy her perfumes, Powell

We are all human, none is above the other. Madame

Powell almost fainted out of

“I want to meet you, I will

“You

in an apartment? Nothing serious, I just wish to know a little

Madame Powell threatening

to tell you that I want

after and handed

is it now?”

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

“I guess he

meantime, someone rang the bell at

have many friends. Who would come to visit during Mommy’s day

saw a stranger man through the

a black suit with sunglasses on.

towards Diana’s studio, “Mommy,

in the high-end apartment was tight,

Unless…

high authority

in her hand, she patted on Austin’s head, “Go play with your sister,

the door with her slipper, “Who is

outside replied politely, “Ms. Anna, I’m Madame Powell’s driver, I guess you spoke to Madame

her

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

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

wasn’t afraid

to her despite disliking her

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