Mr. Powell Is Hunting for His Wife

Mrs. Powell didn’t have a good relationship with Brooklyn, but she knew very well her son’s weaknesses.

Even though Brooklyn’s feelings for Mirabelle was dwindling, and he didn’t want to heed her arrangements for marrying Mirabelle, the one who had saved him six years ago was none other than Mirabelle!

Furthermore, it was her who had dispatched numerous men from the Powell Group to look for Mirabelle’s whereabouts in Sliwell!

After Mrs. Powell had finished her words, there was silence lingering on the call.

She curled up her lips with a smug.

Anna probably didn’t know what had transpired six years ago.

Even though she was pretty and knew how to blend fragrances and coupled with Brooklyn’s indifferent attitude towards Mirabelle, that still wasn’t enough to just dismiss Mirabelle’s kindness towards him six years ago!

Brooklyn furrowed his brows solemnly.

His lips were pressed tight, and only after some time, opened his mouth, “I still remember what happened six years ago, but you shouldn’t do something like that right in front of my eyes. If something happens to Anna, I will direct my suspicion to you first things first, my dear mother.’

After saying that, Brooklyn hung up abruptly and tossed his phone aside.

Mrs. Powell’s initially smug face suddenly became hard.

She snorted coldly as she passed her phone which was ringing with a busy tone to her butler.

“That bratty and snotty Anna. So she has gone complaining to Brooklyn after suffering from me here? With her personality, what kind of hardship can she suffer here? I should be the one complaining about that! Throughout so many years, only she dared to speak to me like that!”

Mrs. Powell recalled what Diana had said that day, and her face was red with anger.

The butler noticed her ugly expression and immediately asked the butler what she wanted for breakfast.

“What I want for breakfast? I would be full just by being angry!” Mrs. Powell’s fury was just starting to escalate.

The reason Brooklyn was throwing the blame at her must be because of Anna, that bitch sucking up to him.

Not allowing her to do what she shouldn’t have done?

Sliwell is a big city, so no matter how great the reaches of her son’s power was, there must still be some blind spots.

gaze and came up with

the time that he is the

Mrs. Powell.” The

was using Brooklyn as her protective umbrella? How about when he was busiest? He wouldn’t have time

a flash of

…

in the dressing room, and

announced, “Mr. Powell, I am coming

“Yes.”

she pushed the door inwards, the man was already his usual self. He

as he bit

face, and he

was crying. What Harper was saying about her feeling indignant

knew about Mrs. Powell’s means better

affluent family were the type with

was just a tool to maintain her

a sense of disgust slowly

with a sound as melodic as a cello’s, “What

back to the moment and replied, “Oh, Mr. Powell, this is the suit that I have

tote bag on his desk, “Can I leave it here? I have already washed and dried it. This is a hand-made suit by a European guru, and I have abided by the

retrieved his gaze

a moment before mumbling

carefully to gauge the possibility of Harper disclosing her matter

see that he was maintaining his composure very well. His eyes

interpret anything from his

glance and he chuckled lightly while putting down his pen. He then looked up, “Are you entranced by my

didn’t

the most pleasing sight among all the men I have laid eyes on. Otherwise, I wouldn’t bother to come applying for a

winked playfully as her gaze met Brooklyn’s

artists and famous people, but there was no one who could hold a candle to this man in front

allowed a smile

going to believe anything

back in Brooklyn’s personal closet and returned to the outer region to get back to her office