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 couldn’t see that he had stayed up for the whole night

given by Brooklyn were not that difficult.

He was no wonder a capitalist. Dianna complained

his work, Harper left the office and it

Brooklyn

stretched her arm lazily and nonchalantly glanced over the man who

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

one hand, Dianna studied her boss

little girls handed confession letters to Austin although he

his dad’s

away from the screen,

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

come to my home after work, of course you

rolled her eyes at him and shifted her gaze. She

gave her an inch and he would take

watch how Brooklyn got along with well Mirabelle

back, she

hear the question and

made a click of her tongue. She wanted to develop a perfume to treat with his insomnia, but it seemed like he didn’t

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

was a

signed his name on the contract, he was distracted when

the woman in front of

schedule and handed it to Harper just

leaned against the chair comfortably with a meaningful smile on

the perfuming laboratory in

returned the access card to him after developing ‘The

was amused at

in usual times, but she didn’t get what

it meant that

his lips into a smile and naturally put his hands on his

if you have any

bright smile, “Mr. 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 lab

would be the lights of confidence and yearning in Dianna’s

so bright that Brooklyn couldn’t shift his

put a transparent black card