Mr. Powell Is Hunting for His Wife

“Are you sure about it?” Diana looked at the woman in front of her calmly.

She realized that Ashley was so confident because she had a trump card.

“Why not?” Ashley said with a smile. “Anna, if you don’t feel any sense of guilt, let’s go to Mr. Powell’s office for the confrontation.”

“Up to you,” as she spoke, Dianna bypassed Ashley.

Ashley couldn’t react for a moment.

“Ms. Carter, hurry up. I still have something to do after your matter is done. Please don’t delay me from knocking off, OK?”

Upon hearing Diana’s calm and casual voice, Ashley slightly changed her expression.

She wondered why Anna wasn’t panicked at all.

She hurried to follow Anna.

Ashley had been working in Powell Group for several years. As the manager of the perfume department, although she met Brooklyn in person before, she seldom had the opportunity to report her work status in his office.

Sweat oozed in her palms. She became nervous.

Diana knocked on the door of the office. After hearing the man’s familiar voice, she pushed the door open. Casting Ashley a glance, she said, “Ms. Carter, please.”

Harper happened to be in the office as well. “Excuse me, Mr. Powell. Ashley wants to see you.”

Brooklyn looked up at Ashley, who was standing in front of him nervously, frowning deeply.

“Ms. Carter, I didn’t request to see you, did I?”

Finishing his words, Brooklyn looked down, continuing to read the financial statement in his hands.

Ashley’s face changed between livid and reddish.

She had been working in Powell Group for several years, and she believed that no matter what, she should be given credit for hard work, if not for merit.

“Mr. Powell, I came here to report an important matter. The major perfume of our department this season is going to the market soon. It has been kept in the safe. But it went missing yesterday so suddenly!”

Diana rolled her eyes expressionlessly.

Upon hearing it, Brooklyn put down the files from his slender fingers.

“I see. Ms. Carter, so, do you mean there’s a thief in our company who stole it?”

the perfume department. I’m one of them. And the other one...” Ashley paused a bit and continued, “It’s you,

Upon hearing Ashley’s direct statement, she almost spewed water out of

swallowed it,

-- how could

that Brooklyn stole the perfume in his

desk. “Ms. Carter, do you know

tone made Ashley and Harper next

Group belongs to me. A bottle of perfume? You

so freaked out

calm down. “Mr. Powell, you’ve

drinking water. “Mr. Powell, you’ve given Anna the card with the highest authorization of the company, so she could go back and forth in the perfume department as she wants. She could

had underestimated

looked up and swept between Ashley and Diana with his sharp

the glass in her hands on

an innocent look as if she was saying, ‘Mr. Powell, I

was it

to him. With one hand touching the desk, she leaned against the edge

of person I am? If I truly want to get the perfume of the perfume department,

voice was soft with a

felt her bones went numb

angry and cursed Anna for being shameless. She and Harper were still in the office, but Anna started to seduce Mr.

something, she

myself. Why would I bother to take away a bottle of perfume that

the desk gently with her finger. As if she was playing at being cute to Brooklyn, she

had a complicated look on her

perfume blended by the perfume department and she could blend perfumes that were far better than it. How could a

The answer was obvious.

his face.

super self-confident,

but instead, he

Carter, who blended the major perfume of this

“It’s me, Mr. Powell.”

perfumes blended by Ms. Carter in the

Dianna, nobody knew

the perfumes that Ashley used to blend

Mr. Powell wanted

put the perfume bottles