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.

who stood in front of her

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

I’ve seen a few where it was all

maid at the side smiled sarcastically hearing Madame

calmly, walked towards the couch to

behaves this way, with no manners and wanted

would pay back triple or even more for any humiliation

lipstick today, but she looked strong

and clapped her hands lightly hearing Madame 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 your

one dared to speak to

with respect, and her

face and sat elegantly

her purse on the couch.

could easily notice that Diana’s bag was

for Mr. Powell, not Madame Powell, I don’t need to bow or kneel to Mr. Powell at the office, not to mention you.

calmly

humiliate

No way!

Madame Powell, please take a good look at my face. Honestly speaking, I’m not flattering myself, with a

Madame Powell was speechless.

seen such

as long as I object, he will never marry you, wake up from your dream, you can never step

was nothing compared to

and not