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

desks. The tasks given by Brooklyn were not that difficult. Except

season! He was no wonder a

Harper left the office and it was quiet

by Brooklyn when

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

His brows were thick and his eyes brimmed with radiating vigor. He looked even more handsome than the

her chin with one hand, Dianna studied her boss

girls handed confession

his dad’s

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

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

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

and shifted her gaze. She gently

and he would take

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

for the next week, Dianna handed the schedule to Harper. When she came back, she recalled what Brooklyn told her before and asked,

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

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

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

a

on the contract, he was distracted when he

looked up at the woman in front of him and moved his thin lips, “What’s

handed it to

leaned against the chair comfortably with a

agreed Dianna to use the perfuming laboratory in the Powell Group at

had returned the access card to him after developing ‘The

amused

was clever in usual times, but

and it meant

of this, Brooklyn curled his lips into a smile and naturally put his hands on

if you

bright smile, “Mr. Powell… Can you give me the access card to the perfuming laboratory that you gave me before? I want to use the perfuming

would be the lights of confidence and yearning

so bright that

transparent black card onto the