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.

a business suit. If not for the dark circles bellow his eyes, Dianna couldn’t see that he had stayed up for the whole

came back to her own office desks. The tasks given by Brooklyn were not that difficult. Except

no wonder a capitalist. Dianna complained in

Harper left the office and

Brooklyn when he was browsing

her arm lazily and nonchalantly glanced over the man who was focusing on

had a delicate face. His brows were thick and his eyes brimmed with

one hand, Dianna studied her

wonder many little girls handed confession letters to Austin although he

inherited his

shifted his gaze away from the screen, “I didn’t pay you

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

laughed, “If you dare to come to my home after work,

shifted

an inch and he would take an

watch how Brooklyn

week, Dianna handed the schedule to Harper. When she came back, she recalled

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

treat with his

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

was a bit

name on the contract, he

the woman in front of him and moved his

your schedule and handed

chair comfortably with a meaningful smile on

the perfuming laboratory

the access card

amused at that

clever in usual times, but she

and it meant that

lips into a smile and

if you have

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

when mentioning spice, there would be the lights of confidence and

so bright that Brooklyn couldn’t shift

a transparent black card onto