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

many times

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

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

she saw the black Bentley, a light flashed

see her at all. The car was driven into the garage directly. When Brooklyn left the

and asked in a

car key into her pocket and walked to

him. “Brooklyn, I

was unhappy, she sounded quite timid

hummed indifferently. “How did

oozed

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

a gentle tone, “The media has released a lot of news about it. I read it not long ago. I’m a bit worried, so I came to

sounded honest, inwardly that

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

villa, loosened his necktie, and handed it over to

be the manager of the

“Enough!” Brooklyn frowned.

few seconds. When she returned her senses, she

take care of you and marry you, but you can’t meddle in Powell Group. No matter how many managers like Ashley have quit, there would be

at Mirabelle, who stiffed,

the phone to his ear, he said in a tiring tone, “Harper, have you found who disclose

well. Before changing into casual clothes, he got the call from his

“We’ve found some clues.”

he spoke, he gave

impression about

anger appeared on

a moment, 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

nodded, and another phone of his

hold

unlocked the screen, read the

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

Brooklyn smiled.