Mr. Powell Is Hunting for His Wife

The curtains of the office had been drawn.

The sunshine slipped into the office through the thick curtains.

It seemed the man often did exercise and he had a good-looking back and shoulder blades. He was as sexy as a Greek statue.

Brooklyn, who was wearing a shirt, paused for several seconds.

He slightly titled his head and landed his gaze on the woman who was looking at him dully.

Dianna, “…”

Why did Brooklyn change his clothes in his office? Were the presidents so open? Did he find a female star or a woman and play with her in the office for the whole night after sending her back?

Many thought popped into Dianna’s mind. In the end, she tagged Brooklyn as a jerk.

“Bang…”

Dianna closed the door.

Harper was silent for several seconds, “I should have told you that Mr. Powell is changing his clothes in the office.”

Dianna waved her hand, walked to the automatic vending machine and bought herself a can of coffee. She then walked to the rest area, sat down and crossed her long legs elegantly.

Harper watched Dianna pulled open the ring-pull can.

‘Was Anna angry?’

‘After all, Anna was a woman who was most close to Mr. Powell and it seemed like Mr. Powell also appreciated a lot.’

‘Maybe Anna thought too much after seeing the scene of Mr. Powell changing his clothes.’ Harper thought to himself.

Adhering to the principle of serving for his boss, Harper explained, “Anna, don’t think too much of it. Mr. Powell worked overnight in the company yesterday.”

Dianna looked up with confusion in her eyes.

Was Harper explaining to her?

But did it have anything to do with her no matter what Brooklyn did in the company?

Several minutes later, there came a familiar voice from the office. Harper and Dianna exchanged a glance and hurriedly stood up.

business suit. If not for the dark circles bellow his eyes,

came back to her own office desks. The tasks given by Brooklyn were not that difficult. Except for arranging his schedules, she just needed to develop a perfume for sales

no wonder a capitalist. Dianna complained in

work, Harper left the office and

sound made by Brooklyn when he

glanced over the man

were thick and his eyes brimmed

Dianna studied her boss lazily and

handed confession letters to

his dad’s perfect

Brooklyn noticed Dianna’s gaze. He shifted his gaze away from the screen, “I didn’t pay you to

her mouth corners and then chuckled, “Mr. Powell, may

“If you dare to come to my home after

at him and shifted her gaze. She

inch and he would take an

Brooklyn got along

the schedule to Harper. When she came back, she recalled what

didn’t hear the question and he

develop a perfume to treat with his insomnia, but it

She put her hands on the desk and there came a light

was a

contract, he was distracted when he wrote the last

woman in front of him and moved his thin lips, “What’s

and handed it to Harper just

chair comfortably with a meaningful smile on

use the perfuming laboratory in the Powell Group at

card to him after developing ‘The

amused

was clever in usual times, but she didn’t get what

and it

into a smile

tell me if you

you gave me before? I want to use the perfuming laboratory in the company,

spice, there would be the lights of confidence and yearning

so bright that Brooklyn couldn’t shift his

transparent black