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?”

Only two persons in our company can open the safe of the perfume department. I’m one of them. And the other one...” Ashley paused a bit and

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

hurriedly swallowed it, returning

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

she imply that Brooklyn stole the

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

Ashley and Harper next

belongs to me. A bottle of perfume?

out

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

of the company, so she could go back and forth in the perfume department as

obviously had underestimated

Ashley and

putting down the glass in her

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

was it true?” asked

him. With one hand touching the desk,

am? If I truly want to get the perfume of the perfume department, I can directly ask you

with

even Ashley felt her bones went numb

for being shameless. She and Harper were still in

add something, she heard Diana’s

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

As if she was playing at being cute to Brooklyn, she added, “What do

had a complicated look

was that she 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

The answer was obvious.

his

was super self-confident,

he

who blended the major perfume of this

“It’s me, Mr. Powell.”

go get all the perfumes blended by Ms. Carter in

nobody knew what Brooklyn

Ashley used to blend according

what Mr. Powell wanted to do

perfume bottles on