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,

times to

sighed, wondering what happened between

help but trot to the garage to

she saw the black Bentley, a light flashed through

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

and asked in a cold tone, “Why are

words, he put the car key into her pocket and

him. “Brooklyn, I heard Ashley resigned

she

man hummed indifferently. “How

sweat oozed on

it the most when outsiders tried to spy on Powell Group’s business intelligence, and even Mirabelle wasn’t

“The media has released a lot of news about it. I read it not long ago. I’m a

honest, inwardly that

curling up his lip, he didn’t expose what was in her

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

not busy with my work. If the company needs me, I can be the manager of the perfume department. My blending skill

“Enough!” Brooklyn frowned.

returned her

Moss, you saved my life before, which I quite appreciate. I’ll keep my promise to take care of you and marry you, but you can’t

speaking, without sparing a glance at Mirabelle, who stiffed, Brooklyn strode

he said in a tiring tone, “Harper, have you found who disclose our

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

“We’ve found some clues.”

spoke, he

impression about

anger appeared

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

and another phone of

Please hold on

screen, read the message, and saved

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

Brooklyn smiled.