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?”

our company can open the safe of the perfume department. I’m one of them. And the

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

swallowed it,

wondered if Ashley was out of her mind -- how could she

imply that Brooklyn stole the perfume

on the edge of the desk. “Ms. Carter, do you know what

and Harper next to

bottle of perfume? You do have the guts

freaked out that she

calm down. “Mr. Powell, you’ve misunderstood. I didn’t

and pointed at the woman, who was 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

had underestimated

up and swept between Ashley and Diana

putting down the glass in her hands on

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

it true?” asked

hand touching the desk, she leaned against the edge

get the perfume of the perfume department, I can directly ask you for it. Why would I go there in person for taking away a

soft with a trace of

felt her bones

cursed Anna for being shameless. She and Harper were still in

was about to add something, she heard Diana’s enchanting voice

I bother to take away

her finger. As if she was playing at being cute

complicated look

she could blend perfumes that were far better than it. How could a perfumer steal a

The answer was obvious.

covered his

self-confident, what she said

he curled up his

blended the major perfume of

“It’s me, Mr. Powell.”

go get all the perfumes blended by Ms.

including Dianna, nobody knew what Brooklyn was planning to

all the perfumes that Ashley used to

wondered what Mr. Powell wanted

the perfume bottles on the