Mr. Powell Is Hunting for His Wife

Dissatisfiedly, Mirabelle bit her lips in anger for a short while before putting on a warm smile.

She stood up, looked at Brooklyn with her eyes that were basically oozing with warmth and said, “Brooklyn, I’ve just asked Harper regarding who was the perfumer that designed the perfume you used yesterday. I wanna commission them to design one for Rebecca to help her sleep better. She’s been insomniac lately, and even after consulting a lot of doctors, there’s still no effective way to treat her insomnia. Seeing as you’re well rested today, I’d take my chances with…”

Her voice was crisp and soft, any random person would not get agitated from hearing her voice.

Brooklyn shot her a glance without saying anything.

Mirabelle was in panic as her palms started sweating.

If Brooklyn was suspicious because he saw her talking to Harper, she would be in big trouble.

As she still was not married to Brooklyn yet, even with the fact that their family were looking forward to forming an alliance with one another, what she just did could very easily be suspected as corporate espionage by Brooklyn.

“Harper, give Mirabelle the business card of the perfumer that I met a few days ago,” said Brooklyn with his dark eyes that were still as water.

Harper was stunned, but quickly responded, “Yes, Mr. Powell.”

He quickly pulled out his card holder, picked out a card and handed it to Mirabelle.

She looked at the card and frowned.

A perfumer from Europe, how could it not be Anna?

When she wanted to ask Brooklyn for more information, she realized that he had already walked far away from her.

Harper was right behind him, with a briefcase sandwiched between his arm and body.

Mirabelle stomped the floor furiously, the business card still firmly grasped in her hand.

A phone call was all she needed to find out whether this person was real or an impostor.

opened the car door for Brooklyn, then he sat

card that we gave Ms. Moss just now refers to the perfumer that visited Sliwell last month. All he did

Harper frowned in confusion.

how could he

he did not stop typing on his laptop. His focus on

spent thinking to himself, the more he was getting confused by

not be,

of a sudden, a thought flashed in

as he turned around and looked at his boss. He said in a serious tone, “Since you already know that Ms. Moss will ask you who designed the perfume, to keep Ms. Miller’s identity a secret,

Harper’s boot-licking, Brooklyn let out

Brooklyn did not consider protecting

his protection, why would he be allowed to see the moment of her

could not even dream of pulling off any

could not be bothered to expose such

was Mirabelle that saved his life six years ago, after all. He figured he should at

you about?” asked Brooklyn after a while, as he shifted his gaze from his laptop screen to

clear with Ms. Moss if you aren’t interesting in courting Anna? From what I can see, Ms. Moss

you that I’m not courting Anna?” Brooklyn said in

Wait…”

advancement is this? Is Mr. Powell really

was pumping

love with Anna.” He said as he recalled the two kids in Anna’s house. Even if Anna stated that those were her relative’s children,

did not confirm

his gaze, clearly in

was the best that he ever

Brooklyn entered his office, Diana had already tidied everything up and placed

even sat down on his chair, “Mr. Cox from

giving as much as a thought, he replied, “No thanks, I’m

section on the schedule, she shut her notebook and asked, “Mr. Powell, there is another thing that I must inform you. The perfumer