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, Dianna couldn’t see that he had stayed

not that difficult. Except for arranging his schedules, she just needed to develop a perfume for sales in

was no wonder a capitalist.

work, Harper left the

the clicking sound made by Brooklyn

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

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

hand, Dianna studied

handed confession letters

his

Dianna’s gaze. He shifted his gaze away from the screen, “I didn’t pay you to

then chuckled,

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

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

an inch and he

Brooklyn got

When she came back, she recalled what Brooklyn

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

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

to Brooklyn’s office desk. She put her hands on the desk and there came a

was a

name on the contract, he was distracted when

the woman in front of him and moved his thin

and handed it

comfortably with a meaningful

perfuming laboratory in the Powell

card to him after developing

amused at

times, but she didn’t

and it meant

his lips into a smile and naturally put

if

access card to the perfuming laboratory that you gave me before?

would be the lights of confidence and

bright that Brooklyn couldn’t shift

put a transparent black card onto the