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.

changed into a business suit. If not for the dark circles bellow his eyes,

tasks given by Brooklyn were not that difficult. Except for arranging his schedules, she just

season! He was no wonder a capitalist. Dianna

reporting his work, Harper left the office

clicking sound made by Brooklyn when

nonchalantly glanced over the man

face. His brows were thick and his eyes brimmed with radiating vigor. He looked

hand, Dianna studied her boss lazily

girls handed confession letters to Austin although he

inherited his

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

twitched her mouth corners and then chuckled, “Mr. Powell, may I appreciate you after

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

at him and shifted her

her an inch and he would

want to watch how Brooklyn got along with well Mirabelle at

Brooklyn’s schedule for the next week, Dianna handed the schedule to Harper. When she came back, she recalled

man didn’t hear the question and he was still

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

put

was a bit

on the contract, he was distracted when he wrote the last

looked up at the woman in front of him and

and handed it to

chair comfortably with a

perfuming laboratory in the Powell Group at

card to him

amused at

in usual times, but she didn’t get

the card and it meant that it was a

lips into a smile

if

card 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

would be the lights of confidence and

so bright that

put a transparent black card onto the