Mr. Powell Is Hunting for His Wife

“Are you sure about it?” Diana looked at the woman in front of her calmly.

She realized that Ashley was so confident because she had a trump card.

“Why not?” Ashley said with a smile. “Anna, if you don’t feel any sense of guilt, let’s go to Mr. Powell’s office for the confrontation.”

“Up to you,” as she spoke, Dianna bypassed Ashley.

Ashley couldn’t react for a moment.

“Ms. Carter, hurry up. I still have something to do after your matter is done. Please don’t delay me from knocking off, OK?”

Upon hearing Diana’s calm and casual voice, Ashley slightly changed her expression.

She wondered why Anna wasn’t panicked at all.

She hurried to follow Anna.

Ashley had been working in Powell Group for several years. As the manager of the perfume department, although she met Brooklyn in person before, she seldom had the opportunity to report her work status in his office.

Sweat oozed in her palms. She became nervous.

Diana knocked on the door of the office. After hearing the man’s familiar voice, she pushed the door open. Casting Ashley a glance, she said, “Ms. Carter, please.”

Harper happened to be in the office as well. “Excuse me, Mr. Powell. Ashley wants to see you.”

Brooklyn looked up at Ashley, who was standing in front of him nervously, frowning deeply.

“Ms. Carter, I didn’t request to see you, did I?”

Finishing his words, Brooklyn looked down, continuing to read the financial statement in his hands.

Ashley’s face changed between livid and reddish.

She had been working in Powell Group for several years, and she believed that no matter what, she should be given credit for hard work, if not for merit.

“Mr. Powell, I came here to report an important matter. The major perfume of our department this season is going to the market soon. It has been kept in the safe. But it went missing yesterday so suddenly!”

Diana rolled her eyes expressionlessly.

Upon hearing it, Brooklyn put down the files from his slender fingers.

“I see. Ms. Carter, so, do you mean there’s a thief in our company who stole it?”

the perfume department. I’m one of them. And the other

sip of water. Upon hearing Ashley’s direct statement, she almost spewed water

swallowed it, returning

-- how could she speak in this way to

that Brooklyn stole

gently knocked on the edge of the desk. “Ms. Carter,

made Ashley and Harper next to

bottle of perfume?

freaked out

Powell, you’ve misunderstood. I didn’t mean you. I meant

who was drinking water. “Mr. Powell, you’ve given Anna the card with the highest authorization of the company, so she could

had underestimated

and swept between Ashley and Diana with

glass in her hands on the table, and

look as if she was

it

him. With one hand touching the desk, she leaned against

perfume department, I

soft with a

felt her

cursed Anna for being shameless. She and Harper were still in the office,

to add something, she heard Diana’s enchanting voice

the best perfume myself. Why would I bother to take away a bottle of perfume that means nothing

words, she poked the desk gently with her finger. As if she was playing at being cute to Brooklyn, she added, “What

complicated

by the perfume department and she could blend perfumes that were far better than it. How could a perfumer steal a bottle

The answer was obvious.

his

he knew that Anna was super self-confident, what she said truly proved it

instead, he curled

Carter, who blended the major

“It’s me, Mr. Powell.”

perfumes blended by Ms. Carter in

nobody knew what Brooklyn was planning

perfumes that Ashley used to blend

Mr. Powell wanted to

put the perfume bottles