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

times to convince her,

Powell’s villa sighed, wondering what

help but trot to the garage to wait

Bentley, a light flashed through

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

and asked in a cold tone, “Why are

car key into her pocket and

I

he was unhappy, she

“How

oozed

most when outsiders tried to spy on Powell Group’s business intelligence, and even Mirabelle

a lot of news about it. I read

inwardly that was

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

who resigned.” Brooklyn walked into the villa, loosened his necktie, and handed it over to the

my work. If the company needs me, I can be the manager of the perfume department. My blending skill is higher than Ashley. In the future, we’ll get married sooner or

“Enough!” Brooklyn frowned.

her senses, she realized that she had

which I quite appreciate. I’ll keep my promise to take care of you and marry you, but you can’t meddle in

sparing a glance at Mirabelle, who stiffed, Brooklyn strode to

his ear, he said in a

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

“We’ve found some clues.”

he gave

impression

of anger appeared

alert him first. If

nodded, and another phone of his suddenly

hold

unlocked the screen, read the message, and saved

information to Ms. Mirabelle Moss, but...” Harper paused before continuing, “That person probably is also

Brooklyn smiled.