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

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

Sliwell, but it would still be a piece of

had passed when the invitation card to go to

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

have nothing to worry about, Ms. Moss.”

picked up a bottle of perfume and

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

some reason, it had been a while since

that he was well rested every

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

and she knew that there wasn’t any form of incense in his room,

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

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

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

It seemed that this was the only

The dim glow of moonlight was

sound made by someone arriving at the villa, and she

his coat and handing it to

you that you don’t need to wait for

You should put more effort in your blending of

intertwined with her shirt. “Your insomnia… Without me accompanying you, I am quite worried. Are you too busy with work

stopped in

now on, you no longer need to

man’s eyes were devoid

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

with a hard expression and some scrutiny.

Mirabelle had referred to as her grandmother was Brooklyn’s real

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

Powell, Madam Powell’s