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.

they were still in a cold war, asking to join him in that banquet would definitely be rejected

Moss, “Mummy, I need an invitation card

most influential organization in Sliwell, but it would still

two hours had passed when the invitation

have all the appointments with my dressmaker and hairstylist? The banquet tomorrow night is

have nothing to worry about, Ms. Moss.”

about the perfume.” Mirabelle picked up a bottle of perfume and sunk

apparent that she couldn’t reuse the perfume she had got from Anna this time, and there wasn’t much left of the ones she had taken

some reason, it had been a while since Brooklyn

he

be that Brooklyn had acquired

that there wasn’t any form of incense in

leading to the answer. She couldn’t

able to read Mirabelle’s mind, and she was able to come up with an

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 one you have now, it

thought. It seemed that

moonlight was pouring into the lavish living

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

and handing it

you that you

a few sips. Then he mumbled, “You don’t need to concoct this anymore. You should put more effort in your blending

recently, why do you no longer need my accompaniment 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 need me to help you ease

stopped in

thing. From now on, you no longer need to accompany me

man’s eyes were devoid

are you just too busy lately? You know that… we care a lot

a hard expression

to as her grandmother was Brooklyn’s real grandmother,

in Brooklyn’s private villa was all because of

Mrs. Powell, Madam Powell’s