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.

Anna Miller who stood in front of her did not qualify.

sipped her black tea. “So, you are Anna? You look ordinary. There are tons of celebrities with a similar look

continued, “Pardon me, I don’t watch many gossips. Only recently I’ve seen a few where it was all about young celebrities becoming mistress to old men. You look

the side smiled sarcastically

the couch

manner? The low born usually behaves this way, with no manners and wanted

pay back triple or even more for any humiliation she

didn’t put on red lipstick

smiled and clapped her hands

second, she looked at Madame Powell sarcastically and uttered, “Madame Powell, you are such an antique. It’s a modern world now, yet you are

speak to Madame

treated her with respect, and her

and sat elegantly opposite Madame Powell.

her purse on the

a huge brand, but Madame Powell could easily notice that

Powell at the office, not to mention you. While the reason why I am here today… Is simply because you are Mr. Powell’s mother, I have to respect

calmly and slowly.

humiliate her?

No way!

at my face. Honestly speaking, I’m not flattering

Madame Powell was speechless.

had never seen such a

no shame! Let me tell you, I’m Brooklyn’s mother, as long as I object, he

nothing

and