Mr. Powell Is Hunting for His Wife

Ashley’s resignation caused quite a stir in the perfume business of Sliwell City.

Everyone in town knew that Ashley was the second perfumer below Mirabelle in town. They couldn’t help wondering what she had done to make Powell Group give up on her.

However, more people were more curious to know who would replace Ashley and become the manager of the perfume department.

Mirabelle’s finger swiped on the tablet. The more she read, the colder her eyes became.

In the end, she tossed the tablet aside.

Who else could replace Ashley? It must be Anna.

Nobody but Anna in Powell Group could replace Ashley to be the manager of the perfume department.

Mirabelle bit her bottom lip in anger.

Her title as the chief perfumer in Sliwell City wasn’t real, but she stole it from someone else.

She knew how capable Ashley was in blending, which was better than hers.

If Powell Group fired Ashley, Mirabelle must contribute to the perfume blending.

Thinking of that, Mirabelle had a cold light flashing through her eyes.

She picked up her cell phone. After thinking for a moment, she dialed a number.

“Still the rules before. Tell me who the current manager of the perfume department is.”

After a few minutes, the person on the other end of the line answered, “It should be Anna Miller.”

“Okay. As our agreement, I’ll transfer a million to your bank account.”

After hanging up the phone, Mirabelle tossed the cell phone onto her bed reluctantly.

As Brooklyn’s fiancée, she had suggested that she was capable to be the manager of the perfume department of Powell Group but was rejected by him on different excuses.

No matter how skilled Anna was in blending, she didn’t have any qualifications or background. Why would she be qualified to become the manager of the perfume department shortly after she had joined the company?

Mirabelle didn’t sleep. She was sitting in the living room, waiting for

times to convince her, but she

what happened

her coat tightly. She couldn’t help but trot to the garage to wait for

Bentley, a light

the car seemed not to see her at all. The car was driven into the garage directly. When Brooklyn left the garage, he

and asked in a

words, he put the car key into her

him. “Brooklyn, I heard

he was unhappy, she sounded

indifferently. “How did

oozed

it the most when outsiders tried to spy on Powell

news about it. I read it not long ago. I’m a bit worried, so I came to wait for you at the

sounded honest, inwardly that was not

curling up his

walked into the villa, loosened his

with my work. If the company needs me, I can be the manager of the perfume department. My blending skill is higher

“Enough!” Brooklyn frowned.

startled for a few seconds. When she returned her senses, she realized that she had made

quite appreciate. I’ll keep my promise to take care of you and marry you, but you can’t meddle in Powell Group. No

glance at Mirabelle, who stiffed,

ear, he said in a tiring tone, “Harper, have

into casual clothes, he got the call from his boss. He immediately swiped

“We’ve found some clues.”

he

some impression about that

anger appeared on

Harper, “We’d better not to alert him first. If he exposed the information to Mirabelle Moss again, we’ll deal

and another phone

hold on for a

read the message, and saved it

Powell, I’ve got the evidence of that person who sold the information to Ms. Mirabelle Moss, but...” Harper paused before continuing, “That person probably is also involved in selling other business intelligence

Brooklyn smiled.