Mr. Powell Is Hunting for His Wife

Diana’s voice was otherworldly as it pegged at his heart.

His dark pupils blinked at Brooklyn, “Mr. Powell, why not give me your comment? You are paying for it, so if you feel unsatisfied with this, I will immediately change into another one.”

The salesperson on one side couldn’t help sucking in a deep breath after hearing Diana’s words.

This woman had the guts to speak in such a way to Mr. Powell!

And what surprised her the most was that Mr. Powell didn’t show any hint of anger on his face at all.

He was simply lying lazily against the sofa with his long legs crossed. The thin line that was his lips lifted, “This will be the one.”

…

In Brooklyn’s private villa…

Mirabelle was carrying out her skincare routine, and after signalling for the maids to leave, she returned to her own bedroom.

Tomorrow, the Hills were going to hold a private banquet at the hotel they were staying in Sliwell. They had invited influencers in the fashion industry, but she was not in the invitation list.

When Mirabelle learnt of that, her face went pale and her hand caught on to the edges of her clothes.

She tried to console herself that the Hillvie brand put emphasis on their clothing line, which had nothing to do with perfumery. At the same time, the Moss Group’s star product was perfume. Perhaps the Hills didn’t know much about the Moss Group.

A while again, she had gone storming at the Powell Group because of the Hills and Anna, which caused her to receive continuous cold treatment from Brooklyn for a few days after that incident. He never showed her any kindness throughout that period.

The banquet organized by the Hills was a good chance for Brooklyn and her to mend their old wounds.

Up until now, Brooklyn had never put her by his side in any social occasion yet.

Although he never publicly disclosed about her identity as his fiancée, but it’s not like he ever denied it.

Brooklyn must still care for her, which made Mirabelle feel secretly elated.

still in a cold war, asking to join

mulling over some thoughts for a few minutes, Mirabelle called Mrs. Moss, “Mummy, I need

Sliwell, but it would still be

not even two hours had passed when the invitation card to go

mouth lifted as she spoke to the main who was attending to her, “Do you have all

worry about,

the perfume.” Mirabelle picked up a bottle of

Anna this time, and there wasn’t much left of the ones

a while since Brooklyn had requested for

seemed that he was well

help but frown. Could it be that Brooklyn had acquired some

in Brooklyn’s villa, and she knew that there wasn’t any form of incense in his

perplexed at this incomprehensible phenomenon, but she couldn’t find any clue leading to the answer.

Mirabelle’s mind, and she was

I have followed your instruction previously and I have contacted the other experts in the perfumery industry to help concoct a perfume. Although it couldn’t replicate the same effects of the

gave it some thought. It seemed that this was the only way

of moonlight was pouring into

made by someone arriving at the villa, and she quickly held a glass of hand-made cocktail and walked towards the

was removing his coat and handing it

that you don’t need

this anymore. You should put more effort in your blending of perfumes.”

at night?” Mirabelle hurried to the front of him as her fingers intertwined with her shirt. “Your insomnia… Without me accompanying you, I am quite worried. Are you too busy with work lately to the point of no time for rest? Do you

stopped in his

now

man’s eyes were devoid

just too busy lately? You know that… we care

her with a hard expression and some scrutiny.

referred to as her grandmother was Brooklyn’s

cement herself in Brooklyn’s private villa was all because of

Mrs. Powell, Madam Powell’s