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.

business suit. If not for the dark circles bellow his eyes, Dianna

to her own office desks. The tasks given by Brooklyn were not that difficult. Except for arranging his schedules, she

was no wonder a capitalist. Dianna

his work, Harper left the office and it

made by Brooklyn when he was browsing documents

glanced over the man who was focusing on

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

chin with one hand, Dianna

many little girls handed confession letters to Austin although he

inherited his

shifted his gaze away from the screen, “I didn’t pay you to appreciate

chuckled, “Mr. Powell, may I

dare to come to my

eyes at him and shifted her gaze. She gently clicked the

gave her an inch and

how Brooklyn

arranging Brooklyn’s schedule for the next week, Dianna handed the schedule to Harper. When she came back, she recalled

the question and he was still focusing on

tongue. She wanted to develop a perfume to treat

desk. She put her hands on the desk and there came a

a

he

front of him and moved his thin lips, “What’s the

schedule and handed it to Harper just

comfortably with a meaningful smile

he agreed Dianna to use the perfuming laboratory in the Powell Group at

access card to him after

was amused

usual times, but

the card and it meant that

Brooklyn curled his lips into a smile and naturally put his

if you

Powell… Can you give me the access card to the perfuming laboratory that you gave me before? I want to use the perfuming laboratory in the company, and also the molecule

time when mentioning spice, there would be the lights of confidence and yearning

bright that

black card