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

that difficult. Except

was no wonder a capitalist. Dianna complained in her

the office

by Brooklyn when he

nonchalantly glanced over the man who was

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

one hand, Dianna

little girls handed confession letters to

had inherited his dad’s

from the screen, “I didn’t pay you

corners and then chuckled, “Mr.

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

her eyes at him and shifted her

inch and he would take an

to watch how Brooklyn got along with well Mirabelle at

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

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

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

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

a bit

the contract, he was distracted when he wrote

woman in front of him and moved his thin lips,

arranged your schedule and handed

against the chair comfortably with a meaningful

perfuming laboratory in the Powell Group at will

card to him

was amused at that

in usual times, but she didn’t get what he

her the card and it meant that

curled his lips into a smile and naturally

tell me if

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

would be the lights of confidence

that Brooklyn couldn’t shift

black card onto the