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.

not for the dark circles bellow his eyes,

not that difficult. Except for arranging his schedules, she just needed

He was no wonder a capitalist. Dianna complained in

left the office

the clicking sound made by Brooklyn when he was browsing documents

nonchalantly glanced over the man who was focusing on

his eyes brimmed with radiating vigor.

chin with one hand, Dianna

girls handed confession letters

his dad’s

gaze away from the screen, “I

her mouth corners and then chuckled,

“If you dare to come to my home after work, of course you can

eyes at him and shifted her gaze. She gently clicked the

gave her an inch and he

didn’t want to watch how Brooklyn got along with well

Harper. When she came back, she recalled what Brooklyn

question and he was still focusing

made a click of her tongue. She wanted to develop a perfume to treat with

slowly walked to Brooklyn’s office desk. She put her hands

was a

contract, he

in front of him

arranged your schedule and handed it to Harper just

comfortably with a meaningful smile

perfuming laboratory in the Powell Group

the access card

was amused at that

clever in usual times, but she didn’t get what he

and it meant

a

tell me if you have any

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

the

was so bright that Brooklyn couldn’t shift

a transparent black