Mr. Powell Is Hunting for His Wife

The curtains of the office had been drawn.

The sunshine slipped into the office through the thick curtains.

It seemed the man often did exercise and he had a good-looking back and shoulder blades. He was as sexy as a Greek statue.

Brooklyn, who was wearing a shirt, paused for several seconds.

He slightly titled his head and landed his gaze on the woman who was looking at him dully.

Dianna, “…”

Why did Brooklyn change his clothes in his office? Were the presidents so open? Did he find a female star or a woman and play with her in the office for the whole night after sending her back?

Many thought popped into Dianna’s mind. In the end, she tagged Brooklyn as a jerk.

“Bang…”

Dianna closed the door.

Harper was silent for several seconds, “I should have told you that Mr. Powell is changing his clothes in the office.”

Dianna waved her hand, walked to the automatic vending machine and bought herself a can of coffee. She then walked to the rest area, sat down and crossed her long legs elegantly.

Harper watched Dianna pulled open the ring-pull can.

‘Was Anna angry?’

‘After all, Anna was a woman who was most close to Mr. Powell and it seemed like Mr. Powell also appreciated a lot.’

‘Maybe Anna thought too much after seeing the scene of Mr. Powell changing his clothes.’ Harper thought to himself.

Adhering to the principle of serving for his boss, Harper explained, “Anna, don’t think too much of it. Mr. Powell worked overnight in the company yesterday.”

Dianna looked up with confusion in her eyes.

Was Harper explaining to her?

But did it have anything to do with her no matter what Brooklyn did in the company?

Several minutes later, there came a familiar voice from the office. Harper and Dianna exchanged a glance and hurriedly stood up.

into a business suit. If not for the dark circles bellow his eyes, Dianna couldn’t see that he had stayed up for

Brooklyn were not that difficult. Except for arranging his schedules,

was no wonder a capitalist. Dianna complained in her

work, Harper left the office and

by Brooklyn when he was

nonchalantly glanced over

delicate face. His brows were thick and his eyes brimmed with radiating vigor. He looked even more handsome than

with one hand, Dianna studied

little girls handed confession letters to Austin although he was

his

from the screen, “I didn’t pay you to appreciate me during the

then chuckled, “Mr. Powell, may I appreciate you after

laughed, “If you dare to come to my home after work, of course

her eyes at him and shifted her gaze. She gently

an inch and

to watch how Brooklyn got along with well Mirabelle at

to Harper. When she came back, she recalled what Brooklyn told her before and asked, “Mr.

the question and he was still focusing on reading

a click of her tongue. She wanted to develop a perfume to treat with his insomnia, but it seemed like he didn’t take it

and slowly walked to Brooklyn’s office desk. She put her hands on the desk

was a

he was distracted when he

up at the woman in front of him and moved his thin lips, “What’s

and handed it to Harper

chair comfortably with a meaningful smile on his

he agreed Dianna to use the perfuming laboratory

the access card

was amused at that

clever in usual times, but

the card and it meant that it was

into a smile and naturally put his hands on his

if

access card to the perfuming laboratory that you gave me

time when mentioning spice, there would be the lights of confidence and yearning in Dianna’s

was so bright that Brooklyn

black card onto