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?”

safe of the perfume department. I’m one of

just took a sip of water. Upon hearing Ashley’s direct statement,

hurriedly swallowed it, returning to

Ashley was out of her mind -- how could she speak in this way to

stole the

the edge of the desk. “Ms. Carter,

tone made Ashley and Harper next

whole Powell Group belongs to me. A bottle of perfume? You do

was so freaked out that she trembled

“Mr. Powell,

highest authorization of the company, so she could go back and forth in the perfume department as she wants.

had underestimated

and swept between Ashley and Diana with

her hands on the table, and turned

an innocent look as if she was saying, ‘Mr. Powell, I haven’t done

was it

one hand touching the desk, she leaned against the

am? If I truly want to get the perfume of the perfume department, I can directly ask you for it. Why would I go there

voice was soft with a trace

Ashley felt her bones

Harper were still in the office,

was about to add something, she

best perfume myself. Why would I bother to take away a bottle of perfume that means nothing

poked the desk gently with her finger. As if she was playing

complicated

looked down on the perfume blended by the perfume department and she could blend perfumes that were far better than it. How could a perfumer steal a bottle of perfume that she disdained

The answer was obvious.

his

knew that Anna was super self-confident, what she said truly

he curled up his

the major perfume of this

“It’s me, Mr. Powell.”

get all the perfumes blended

now, including Dianna, nobody knew

all the perfumes that Ashley used to

Powell wanted to do

the perfume bottles on