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.

circles bellow his eyes, Dianna

Brooklyn were not that difficult. Except for arranging his schedules,

wonder a capitalist. Dianna complained

reporting his work, Harper left the office and

sound made by Brooklyn when he was browsing documents was

and nonchalantly glanced over the man who was focusing on

brimmed with radiating vigor. He looked even

her chin with one hand, Dianna studied her boss lazily

wonder many little girls handed confession letters to

had inherited his

his gaze away from the

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

to my home after work,

her eyes at him and shifted her gaze. She

gave her an inch and he

to watch how Brooklyn got along with

she came back, she

like the man didn’t hear the question and he

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

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

a

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

front of him and moved his thin lips,

and handed it to

with a meaningful smile on

Dianna to use the perfuming laboratory in the Powell

returned the access card to

was amused

times, but she didn’t

card and it meant that

Brooklyn curled his lips into a smile and naturally put his

tell me if you have any

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 the warehouse that

be the lights of confidence and yearning in Dianna’s

bright that Brooklyn couldn’t shift

a transparent black