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.

then he sat in the

by Anna, was it not? 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

Harper frowned in confusion.

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

however, he did not stop typing on his laptop. His focus on the screen was not broken, with his thins lips sealed like

himself, the more

not

of a sudden, a

in a serious tone, “Since you already know that Ms. Moss will ask you who designed the perfume, to keep

boot-licking, Brooklyn

Brooklyn did

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

Mirabelle could not even dream

that he could not be bothered to expose such

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

you about?” asked Brooklyn after a while, as he shifted his

can see, Ms. Moss seems to be very hostile towards Anna. While Ms. Moss is

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

what? Wait…”

is this? Is Mr. Powell really

was

that you’re actually in love with Anna.” He said as he recalled the two kids in Anna’s house. Even if Anna stated that those

did not

retracted his gaze, clearly in a

that he

had already tidied everything up and placed some documents on his

unrivalled efficiency, asked Brooklyn before he even sat down on his chair, “Mr. Cox from GS Group would like to meet you at 6 in

thought,

thing that I