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?”

I’m one of them. And the

took a sip of water. Upon hearing Ashley’s

swallowed it,

mind -- how could she speak

she imply that Brooklyn stole the perfume

of the desk. “Ms. Carter,

and Harper

to me. A bottle of perfume? You do have the guts to say

so freaked out that she

her best to calm down. “Mr. Powell, you’ve misunderstood. I didn’t mean you.

“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.

had

between Ashley and Diana

putting down the glass in her hands on the table, and

look as if she was saying, ‘Mr. Powell,

was it true?” asked

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

you know what kind of person I 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 of amorous

her bones went numb after listening to

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

something, she heard Diana’s

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

Diana finished her words, she poked the desk gently with her finger. As if she was playing

had a complicated look on her

department and she could blend perfumes that were far better

The answer was obvious.

his

was super self-confident, what she said

he curled up his

blended the major

“It’s me, Mr. Powell.”

the perfumes blended by

Dianna, nobody knew what

that Ashley used to blend according to Brooklyn’s

what Mr. Powell wanted

perfume