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.

Brooklyn, then he

Why did you say that it was made by someone else? If I recall correctly, that business card that we gave Ms. Moss just now refers to the perfumer that visited Sliwell last month. All he did was meet you, but he didn’t design any perfume for you, did he? Ms. Moss will find out that we’re

Harper frowned in confusion.

that Mr. Powell was really smart, how could he blurt out such

typing on his laptop. His focus on the screen was not broken, with his

the more he was

should not

sudden, a thought flashed

you already know that Ms. Moss will ask you who designed the perfume, to keep Ms. Miller’s identity a secret, you’ve already

boot-licking, Brooklyn let out a little

Brooklyn did not consider protecting Diana

be allowed to see the

eyes, Mirabelle could not even dream

not be

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

asked Brooklyn after a while, as he shifted

in courting Anna? From what I can see, Ms. Moss seems to

not courting Anna?” Brooklyn said in a soft

what? Wait…”

is this? Is Mr.

heart was

the two kids in Anna’s house. Even if Anna stated that those were her relative’s children, but who could tell if

not

his gaze, clearly in a

the best that he

office, Diana had already tidied everything

Brooklyn before he even sat down

a thought, he replied, “No thanks, I’m

shut her notebook and asked, “Mr. Powell, there is another thing that I must inform you. The perfumer tournament in Sliwell is not far from now, and the