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.

dark circles bellow his eyes, Dianna couldn’t see that he had stayed up

came back to her own office desks. The tasks given by Brooklyn were not that difficult. Except for arranging his schedules, she just needed to develop

He was no wonder a

the office and it

clicking sound made by Brooklyn when he was browsing

her arm lazily and nonchalantly glanced over the man who

His brows were thick and his eyes brimmed with radiating

with one hand, Dianna studied her boss lazily and

little girls handed confession letters

had inherited his

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

corners and then chuckled, “Mr.

man laughed, “If you dare to come to my home

her eyes at him and shifted

her an inch and

how Brooklyn got along with well Mirabelle

back, she recalled what Brooklyn told her before and asked, “Mr. Powell, how long have you been suffering from

the question and

treat with his insomnia,

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

was a bit

name on the contract, he was distracted when he wrote the

up at the woman in front of him and moved his thin lips,

handed it to

against the chair comfortably with

he agreed Dianna to use the perfuming laboratory in the

the access card to him

amused at that

in usual times, but she didn’t

her the card and it meant that it was a

his lips into a smile and naturally put

tell me if you have

access card to the perfuming laboratory that you gave me before? I want to

time when mentioning spice, there would be the

was so bright that Brooklyn couldn’t

a transparent black card onto