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?

should I responded, Madame Powell?” It

no desire to

nothing but a mother of

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

were lining up to buy her perfumes, Powell Group was not the only

mother, not my mother! We are all human, none is above the other. Madame Powell, please do tell me why did

almost fainted out

want to meet you, I will send someone to fetch you later.”

turned serious, “You

in an apartment? Nothing serious, I just wish to know a little about you. Perhaps I should tell you that the Powell

Madame Powell threatening

never threatened anyone, I just want to tell

hung up soon after and handed

is it now?”

“It’s half-past

he

rang the bell at Diana’s

to Sliwell City, they didn’t have many friends. Who would come to visit during Mommy’s day

the door and saw a stranger

a black suit with sunglasses on.

Diana’s studio,

in the high-end apartment was tight, non-resident

Unless…

enter was from high authority that the security had

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

the door with

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

her

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

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 Mr.

afraid of

dare to do anything to her