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?

sleep. She was sitting in the living room, waiting

so many times to convince

servants of Powell’s villa sighed, wondering what

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

saw the black Bentley, a

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

asked in a

the car key into her pocket

followed him. “Brooklyn, I

she sounded quite timid and

indifferently. “How

oozed

to spy on Powell Group’s business intelligence, and even Mirabelle wasn’t an

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

Mirabelle sounded honest, inwardly that

his pace. Glancing at Mirabelle seriously and curling up his lip, he didn’t expose what was in her

just a manager who resigned.” Brooklyn walked into the villa, loosened his necktie, and handed it

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.

startled for a few seconds. When she returned her senses,

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

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

exhausted. Putting the phone to his ear, he said in

into casual clothes, he

“We’ve found some clues.”

spoke, he gave Brooklyn a

some impression about that

appeared

moment, he slowly ordered Harper, “We’d better not to alert him first. If he exposed the information to Mirabelle

and another phone

Mr. Powell. Please hold on for

screen, read the message, and saved

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

Brooklyn smiled.