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.

his eyes, Dianna couldn’t see that he had stayed

desks. The tasks given by Brooklyn were not that difficult. Except for arranging his schedules,

He was no wonder a capitalist. Dianna complained in her

left the office and

by Brooklyn when he was browsing

lazily and nonchalantly glanced over the man

thick and his eyes brimmed with radiating vigor. He looked

one hand, Dianna studied her boss lazily

little girls handed confession letters to Austin although he was

had inherited his dad’s perfect

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

and then chuckled,

dare to come to my home after work, of course you can do

and shifted

gave her an inch and he would take

Brooklyn got along with well Mirabelle at

the next week, Dianna handed the schedule to Harper. When she came back, she recalled what Brooklyn told her before and

man didn’t hear the question and he was still focusing

She wanted to develop a perfume to treat with his insomnia,

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

was a bit

on the contract, he was distracted when he wrote

in front of him and moved

your schedule and handed it to

leaned against the chair comfortably with a meaningful smile on his

perfuming laboratory in the Powell Group at

card to

was amused

but she didn’t get what

her the card and it meant that it

of this, Brooklyn curled his lips into a smile and naturally put his hands on his

tell me if you

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

mentioning spice, there would be the lights of confidence

was so bright that

transparent black card