Mr. Powell Is Hunting for His Wife

Diana typed a sentence with her slim fingers on the keyboard. “Money received.” She clicked send with the cursor. Mirabelle was thrilled when she received Diana’s email. Her somber mood due to being given a cold shoulder by Brooklyn just now was instantly lightened up.

Anna Miller was the number one perfume-maker in the world. Only she could help her solve her problem. As long as Anna made that perfume, Brooklyn would not be that stern towards her like what he did now. Mirabelle was too overjoyed that she did not notice the address given by Diana was the Powell Tower.

“Mommy, do you really want to make perfume for that bad woman?” Seeing the large amount of money on Diana’s phone, Emily pouted and did not understand. “Why did mommy want to make perfume for that bad woman? Does she deserve it?” Anyone who wanted Diana to make perfume not only had to pay huge amount of money, but also had to pay a special visit. That woman would be too lucky to let Diana make perfume for her with just a few emails.

Emily clenched her fists and snorted. Diana felt amused and kept her phone away. She closed the laptop and caressed her hair gently. There was a complacent smile on her face, as if everything was just like what she had planned. “Why shouldn’t I earn money when there’s chance? Plus mommy is not gonna make the perfume she really wants after all.”

Austin and Emily looked at each other and tilted their head. What did she mean? Diana did not explain to them. After tidying up the things on the study desk, she held their hands and said, “Alright, mommy’s job is finished. It’s time to take a bath and sleep.”

After cleaning the two kids and made them sleep, Diana turned on the desk lamp and started to search for the business domain the Powell Group involved in all these years with her laptop. Since Brooklyn had agreed to her request to become his assistant, she would certainly do her job well.

was enough to impress them. Or else, it would be extremely difficult to encourage the collaboration between them

with her finger and asked the front desk lady with a sexy look, “Do you have my parcel?” The

whether she had her parcel or not. God knows what she had ordered. Since she was not the Powell Group’s employee, who would send her parcel there? Could it be after being taken away by Mr. Powell yesterday, she had become complacent and lost her mind? Contempt grew

took off her sunglasses and her looks shocked the front desk lady. She pursed her lips and supported herself on

had a pair of limpid eyes that seemed to read one’s mind. “Why, are you bedazzled by my looks?” Seeing

reacted and glanced at her a few times with doubt. Diana stood there confidently and was not affected by the bystanders’ attention at all. She should not be blamed for her beauty. The front desk lady made a call and it was quickly picked up. “Mr. Gibson, there’s a

shocked. It turned out the woman before her who seemed to only have good looks was actually Mr. Powell’s assistant. She hung

the desk gently and asked, “Is there my parcel? The name of the receiver is Anna Miller, do have a check for me.” Few minutes later, Diana looked like

president office occupied the top floor of the Powell Tower. Diana noticed Harper was waiting for her not far away as soon as she stepped out of the lift. Harper glimpsed at the parcel in her hands and said, “Come to my office. You have to know about Mr. Powell’s work schedule

a cheerful look afterwards that the woman with the surname Miller was hired. Hired? Harper had worked for Brooklyn for many years, and it was the first time he saw someone managed to impress Brooklyn

notebook to Diana and said, “Miss Miller, this is Mr. Powell’s schedule arrangement these six months. You’ll be responsible of all Mr. Powell’s working and private schedule arrangement from now