Mr. Powell Is Hunting for His Wife

The Powell Villa was located in the old wealthy area of Sliwell City.

It was old because there were many ancient buildings around. The villa around was sold at a sky-high price, CEO of small corporations or celebrities were not even qualified to get a unit here.

Powell Villa was a villa with over a hundred years of history.

The setting was vintage, even the plants in the garden were like antics!

Diana had seen many villas or manors overseas, but there were not much that could be compared to the Powell Villa.

She was amazed for a moment but managed to remain calm and walked straight into the house.

The interior design was grand and modern, it was the complete opposite with the nostalgic garden.

A maid came to receive them with a gentle voice, “Ms. Miller, Madame is waiting for you at the hall.”

They arrived at the living hall after passing through a few hallways.

There was a western-style chandelier in the modern designed living hall.

Madame Powell wore an exquisite handmade cheongsam with Su embroidery. She leaned on the sofa and raised her eyes when she saw Diana approaching.

She scanned Diana bottom top and top-bottom from her face to her feet and back to her face.

Her sights fell onto her lips eventually, sighed and mocked inwardly. No wonder why she could enter her son’s office, she was prettier than Mirabelle, and it was such as shame that she was nothing but a gold digger.

The Powell family didn’t need a beautiful vase, but a woman with a gentle and generous heart plus a strong and wealthy family background.

in front of her did not

few minutes later, Madame Powell picked up her antique ceramic cup and sipped her black tea. “So, you are Anna?

watch many gossips. Only recently I’ve seen a few where it was all about young celebrities becoming mistress to old men. You look

at the side smiled sarcastically

calmly, walked towards the couch to

you to sit? Where is your manner? The low born usually behaves

pay back triple or even more for any humiliation she received.

on red lipstick today, but she

and clapped her hands lightly

Powell sarcastically and uttered, “Madame Powell, you are such an antique. It’s a modern world now, yet you are still tied to the old customs? Do you need your future daughter in law to kneel just to fulfill

speak to

treated her with respect, and her hands

kept a smiley face and sat

put her purse on the couch.

not a huge brand, but Madame Powell could easily notice that Diana’s bag was a handmade product of a well-known artist in Europe.

the office, not to mention you. While the reason why

said calmly

to humiliate her?

No way!

face. Honestly speaking, I’m not flattering myself, with a face like mine, I don’t need

Madame Powell was speechless.

never seen such

Let me tell you, I’m Brooklyn’s mother, as long as I object, he will never marry you, wake up from your dream, you can never step foot into the Powell

nothing compared

and not humble!