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?

She was sitting in the living

times to convince

what happened

couldn’t help but trot to the garage to

black Bentley, a light flashed

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

slightly and asked in a cold tone, “Why

car key into her pocket and walked to the

I heard

she sounded quite timid

hummed indifferently. “How did

sweat oozed on her

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

of news about it. I read it not long ago. I’m

Mirabelle sounded honest, inwardly that was not

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

villa, loosened his necktie, and handed it over to 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 later.

“Enough!” Brooklyn frowned.

returned her senses, she realized that she had made a mistake just

keep my promise to take care of you and marry you, but you can’t meddle in Powell Group. No matter how many managers

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

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

as well. Before changing into casual clothes,

“We’ve found some clues.”

he spoke, he gave

had some impression

of anger appeared on his

to alert him first. If

nodded, and another phone of his suddenly

Mr. Powell. Please hold on

read the message, and saved it in

but...” Harper

Brooklyn smiled.