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.

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

by Brooklyn were not that difficult. Except for

wonder a

reporting his work, Harper left the office and it was quiet

by Brooklyn when he was

over the

brows were thick and his eyes brimmed with radiating vigor. He looked even more

her chin with one hand, Dianna studied her boss lazily

many little girls handed confession letters to Austin although he was

had inherited his dad’s perfect

He shifted his gaze away from the screen, “I didn’t pay you to appreciate me

then chuckled, “Mr. Powell, may I appreciate

my home after work, of course you

and shifted

gave her an inch and he would take an

watch how Brooklyn got along with well

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

the question and

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

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

a bit

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

front of him and moved his thin

schedule and handed it to Harper

chair comfortably with a meaningful

the perfuming laboratory in the Powell Group at will

had returned the access card to him

amused

but she

card and it meant that it

a

me if you have any

Powell… Can you give me the access card to the perfuming laboratory that you gave me

mentioning spice, there would be the lights

bright that Brooklyn couldn’t shift

transparent black card