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?

was sitting in the living room, waiting for

servants had tried so many times to convince

Powell’s villa sighed, wondering what happened between Ms. Moss and

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

the black Bentley, a light flashed through

The car was driven into the garage directly. When Brooklyn left the garage, he saw Mirabelle, who was waiting

his brows slightly and asked in a

his words, he put the car key into her pocket and

I heard

unhappy, she

indifferently. “How did you

sweat oozed on

spy on Powell Group’s business intelligence, and even Mirabelle

she said in a gentle tone, “The media has released a lot of news about it. I read it not

inwardly that was

Glancing at Mirabelle seriously and curling up his lip, he didn’t expose what

the villa, loosened his necktie, and handed it over to

needs me, I can be the manager of the

“Enough!” Brooklyn frowned.

returned her senses, she

but you can’t meddle in Powell Group. No

a glance at Mirabelle,

desk, feeling exhausted. Putting the phone to his ear, he said in a tiring tone, “Harper, have

got home as well. Before changing into casual clothes, he got the call from his boss. He immediately

“We’ve found some clues.”

he spoke, he gave

had some impression

anger appeared on

him first. If he exposed

another phone of his suddenly started

hold on for

screen, read the message, and saved it

the evidence of that person who sold the information to Ms. Mirabelle Moss, but...” Harper paused before continuing,

Brooklyn smiled.