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.

dark circles bellow his eyes, Dianna couldn’t see that he had stayed up for the

to her own office desks. The tasks given by Brooklyn were not that difficult.

He was no wonder a capitalist. Dianna

the office and it

made by Brooklyn when he was browsing documents was

arm lazily and nonchalantly glanced over the man who was focusing

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

her chin with one hand, Dianna studied her boss lazily and

handed confession

his

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

then chuckled, “Mr.

you dare to come to my home after

at him and shifted

her an inch and he would take

watch how Brooklyn got

When she came back, she recalled what

the man didn’t hear the question

tongue. She wanted to develop a perfume to treat

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

was a bit

name on the contract, he was distracted when he

looked up at the woman in front of him and moved his thin lips,

arranged your schedule and handed it to Harper

leaned against the chair comfortably with a meaningful smile

to use the perfuming laboratory

had returned the access card to

was amused

was clever in usual times, but she didn’t get what

her the card and it meant that

Brooklyn curled his lips into a

tell me if you

gave him a bright smile, “Mr. Powell… Can you give me the access card to the perfuming laboratory that you gave me before? I

there would be the lights of confidence and yearning

so bright that Brooklyn couldn’t

a transparent black card