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?”

department. I’m one of them. And the other one...” Ashley paused a bit and

Ashley’s direct statement,

swallowed it,

of her mind --

imply that Brooklyn stole the perfume

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

warning tone made Ashley and Harper next to

me. A bottle of perfume? You do have

was so freaked out that

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

turned around 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 department as she wants. She

had

up and swept between Ashley

putting down the glass in her

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

was it true?” asked

walked to him. With one hand touching the desk, she

want to get the perfume of the perfume department, I can directly ask you for

was soft with a trace of amorous

her bones went numb after

and Harper were

Ashley was about to add something, she heard Diana’s

I bother to take

poked the desk gently with her finger. As if she was playing at being cute to Brooklyn, she added, “What do you say, Mr.

a complicated look

that she looked down on the perfume blended by the perfume department and she could blend perfumes that were

The answer was obvious.

covered his face.

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

he curled up his

who blended the

“It’s me, Mr. Powell.”

perfumes blended by

including Dianna, nobody knew what Brooklyn was planning

the perfumes that Ashley

Powell wanted

put the perfume bottles on the