Mr. Powell Is Hunting for His Wife

Chapter 58: Fully Concentrate on Blending

Mirabelle used a dropper to get a small bottle of perfume that was sent by Diana and sent to Moss Group.

Usually, Mirabelle seldom went to Moss Group in person.

In the company, everyone knew that Mirabelle, the daughter of the Moss family, would marry Brooklyn Powell. Also, Moss Group would merge into Powell Group sooner or later.

Mirabelle often went to Powell Group, and employees of Moss Group had been used to it.

On the contrary, Mirabelle showed up in Moss Group suddenly, which made them shocked.

In high heels, Mirabelle walked to an employee and exchanged a few words. Then she walked into the elevator.

The CEO of Moss Group -- Mirabelle’s father was in a meeting, listening to a senior executive to report the work status.

His secretary walked over. “Excuse me, Mr. Moss. Ms. Moss is here.”

The mid-aged man, who looked enigmatic stopped the senior executive who was reporting. The senior executive stepped away.

All employees knew that Mr. Moss loved Mirabelle very much. Even he was in a meeting, he would stop it when Mirabelle came here.

With a bright smile, Mirabelle walked to Mr. Moss. She said in a sweet, soft, and coquettish tone, “Dad, I haven’t seen you for a long time. When will you come back home? I miss you so much!”

Mr. Moss, who always looked serious, suddenly smiled. “You haven’t seen me for a long time? I can tell you enjoy staying in Brooklyn’s villa.”

When he finished, he snorted.

The secretary standing aside was quite sensible. “Mr. Moss, what are you talking about? I can tell that you miss Ms. Moss so much.”

Mirabelle smiled sweetly, casting a glance at the senior executive in the office.

The latter exchanged a glance with the secretary and then left the office together.

Watching them go out, Mirabelle pulled out the bottle of perfume from her purse and put it on the desk gently. “Dad, this is the perfume I got recently. Could you please ask your secretary to give it to the technique department? I want to know the recipe of this perfume.”

“It’s not a big deal. Of course,” Mr. Moss agreed. He never refused his daughter’s requests.

“How’s it going with you and Brooklyn?” asked he.

shook her head, looking quite

Moss knew that his daughter was

Group’s power was much bigger than that of Moss

the second famous company in the perfume business, it

would marry Brooklyn, the Moss family would be connected to Powell

of news, he

aggrieved his daughter was when mentioning Brooklyn, he became more

Brooklyn has a female assistant working for him now. She’s annoying.” Seemingly she was careless,

to her, Mr. Moss

the recipe of this perfume. If we can produce this perfume in massive amounts, it would bring our Moss Group a

Moss looked less

look at Mirabelle and asked with a

the same time, if we could massively produce it, no matter how good the seasonal perfume

delightfully. It seemed that although his daughter loved Brooklyn deeply, she

Group. Mr. Moss thought for a moment and then

Group looked impressive in appearance, they were suffering from the

could defeat other competitors in the market, Moss Group would

...

would replace Ashley to

perfume that Diana had blended was still

who had experienced Diana’s professional blending skills, most of the employees disdained

company. What was so good about her replacing a senior employee

second-best perfumer in Sliwell

fiancée of Mr. Powell. Nobody

that Diana promoted the cooperation between Powell Group and Hillvie Group, but nobody knew how good her perfume

finished the tasks assigned by Harper every day, she would come to

and worried that there would be someone who was like Ashley

up his think lips and asked, “What’s

was taken aback and answered, “Do you mean Anna? She has no response at

Brooklyn’s order, Harper deliberately paid attention to

was quite calm and serious, fully

that Harper

faintly, curling up his thin lips into a nice arc. He said in a clear and pleasant tone, “Since

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