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.

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

few minutes, Mirabelle called Mrs. Moss, “Mummy,

influential organization in Sliwell, but it would still be a piece of cake to

passed when the

main who was attending to her, “Do you have all the appointments with my dressmaker and

have nothing to worry about, Ms.

right, about the perfume.” Mirabelle picked up a bottle

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

while since Brooklyn had requested for

that he was well

acquired some other form of tension-killing perfume other than the one she

she had bought off the maids working in Brooklyn’s villa, and she knew that there wasn’t any form of incense in his room, let alone perfumes.

any clue leading to the answer. She

read Mirabelle’s mind, and

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

some thought. It seemed that

dim glow of moonlight was pouring into the lavish living

made by someone arriving at the villa, and she quickly held a glass

removing his coat and handing it to the

that you don’t need to wait for

accepted it to take a few sips. Then he mumbled, “You don’t need to concoct this anymore. You should put more effort in your blending of perfumes.” Just as his long legs was about to stride into his study

accompanying you, I am quite

stopped in

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

were

busy lately? You know that… we care

watching her with a hard expression

Mirabelle had referred to as her grandmother was

Mirabelle was able to cement herself in Brooklyn’s private villa was all because of Mrs. Powell and Madam

Powell, Madam Powell’s concern towards Brooklyn