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.

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

Mrs. Moss, “Mummy, I need an invitation card for

would still be a

Mrs. Moss delegated this job, not even two hours had passed when the invitation card

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

nothing to worry

a bottle of perfume and sunk into a

had got from Anna this time, and there wasn’t

some reason, it had been a while since Brooklyn had requested for her accompaniment

it seemed that he was well rested

Brooklyn had acquired some other form

she knew that there wasn’t any form of incense in his room, let alone perfumes. Even his suit

to the

and she

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 is still

gave it some thought. It seemed that this was

came. The dim glow of moonlight was pouring

the villa, and she quickly held a glass of hand-made cocktail and walked

was removing his coat and handing it to

that you don’t

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

him as her fingers intertwined with her shirt. “Your insomnia… Without me accompanying you,

in

same thing. From now on, you no longer need to

were

busy lately? You know that… we care a lot about

her with a hard expression

her grandmother was Brooklyn’s

private villa was all because of Mrs. Powell

Powell’s