Mr. Powell Is Hunting for His Wife

Chapter 40: It Was Only Blame

Diana nodded in sorrow, “Mr. Gibson, I’ll go touch up.”

Harper agreed. A gorgeous lady should take care of her look at all times.

“Go on, there is something I need to report to Mr. Powell.”

Diana gave a thankful smile.

Harper watched Diana’s back, he thought for a while and walked towards Brooklyn’s office.

He knocked on the door lightly and entered the office after hearing a reply from his boss.

“Mr. Powell, your itineraries are well arranged.” Harper handed the schedules to the man behind the desk politely.

A long arm reached for the documents, swept a glance and put it aside.

Brooklyn then looked at Harper and frowned, “Anything else?”

Harper hesitated for a few minutes and told Brooklyn what he heard.

“Mr. Powell, I think Madame Powell gave Ms. Miller some hard times.”

Harper saw Brooklyn’s handsome face stiffened, he couldn’t help but swallowed his saliva.

Despite knowing that they were not closed but they were mother and son, but he was explaining on behalf of Ms. Miller, it sounded like he was trying to intersperse their relationship.

Brooklyn’s sights turned dark, he went into deep thoughts.

He then looked up and stared at Harper sharply.

“Why did she call Anna? Why didn’t I know?”

He said emotionlessly.

A woman that had never cared about him now wanted to intervene when a female appeared beside him?

Brooklyn smiled mockingly.

as he could remember, his mother rarely

even call him if it

had was her urging him to marry Mirabelle

to tap his fingers on the side of

and explained what happened in the morning to him.

chat for a little. She thought you were the one telling Madame Powell and had

for a while and didn’t dare to utter the word “seduce”.

she want?” Brooklyn asked.

eyes and said loudly, “Madame Powell

few second and suddenly a smile appeared on his face.

Seduce?

Anna seduced him?

the way she kissed, not to mention seduce, that could even

to be mature but completely

of Anna’s angry face, when she forced kissing

and ears, like

pair of huge, bright and watery eyes.

lips with thick red

eaten by him and

enough to make one want to kiss her again.

sights turned deeper.

Mr. Powell, why was he smiling?

attempted

was a scary woman when he first saw her during the recruitment session. Even Ms. Moss was afraid to flirt with Mr. Powell the way

did

she was sobbing… sigh, Ms. Miller is talented, Madame Powell must have misunderstood. Someone

He stopped suddenly.

you continue?”

lips, how should he mention the way Ms. Miller describe herself

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