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.

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

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

a capitalist.

work, Harper left the office and it was

Brooklyn when he was browsing

her arm lazily and nonchalantly glanced over the man who was focusing

brimmed with radiating vigor. He looked even more handsome than

her chin with one hand, Dianna studied her

handed confession letters to

inherited his dad’s

Brooklyn noticed Dianna’s gaze. He shifted his gaze away from the screen, “I didn’t pay you to appreciate

her mouth corners and then chuckled, “Mr. Powell, may I appreciate you

my home after work, of

shifted her gaze. She gently

her an inch and he would take

didn’t want to watch how Brooklyn got along with well Mirabelle

the schedule to Harper. When she came back, she recalled what Brooklyn told her

question and he was still focusing on

perfume to treat with his insomnia, but it seemed like he didn’t take it to

Brooklyn’s office desk. She put her hands on the desk

a bit

on the contract, he was distracted when he wrote the

at the woman in front of him and moved

your schedule and handed it to Harper just

chair comfortably with a meaningful smile on

use the perfuming laboratory in the Powell Group at

access card

amused at that

was clever in usual times, but she

and it meant that

of this, Brooklyn curled his lips into a smile and

me if you have any

gave me before? I want to use the perfuming laboratory in the company, and

be the lights

that Brooklyn couldn’t

transparent black card onto the