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 couldn’t see

that difficult. Except for

a capitalist. Dianna complained in

the

sound made by Brooklyn when he

over the man who was focusing

his eyes brimmed with

her chin with one hand, Dianna studied her boss lazily

little girls handed confession letters to Austin

had inherited his

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

then chuckled, “Mr. Powell, may I appreciate you after

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

him and shifted her gaze.

an inch and he would take

how Brooklyn got

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

question and he was

click of her tongue. She wanted to develop a perfume to treat with his insomnia, but it seemed like he

She put her hands on the desk and

was a bit

his name on the contract, he was distracted when he

in front of him

handed

comfortably with

to use the perfuming laboratory in the Powell Group

card to him

amused at that

times, but she didn’t

it

lips into a smile and naturally

me if you have

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 lab and

spice, there would be the lights

that

a transparent black