Mr. Powell Is Hunting for His Wife

Chapter 25: The Illegitimate Children of Mr. Powell?

Austin looked like he was annoyed as he was woken up by the doorbell.

He saw the stranger at the door looking at the security camera and frowned like an adult, “Who are you?”

Harper thought that this little boy must be the child of Anna’s relative. He thought that Austin was quite vigilant, just like Anna. Then, he explained, “I’m Ms. Miller’s colleague, the secretary and personal assistant of the president of Powell Group. Ms. Miller is working overtime at the company, and Mr. Powell sent me here to take you to school.”

Daddy’s secretary? Austin stared at Harper who stood outside the door coldly and tried to remember his looks.

“Brother, who is it? It’s so early now…” Emily also heard the doorbell and ran to the door quickly without wearing shoes. She was rubbing her eyes with her little hands as she asked in a vague voice.

“Wait for a moment,” Austin told Harper at the door.

Austin turned around and went back to his room. He opened his laptop and quickly hacked into the internal system of Powell Group. He found out Harper’s worker ID number and memorized it silently.

“Austin, where is mummy?” Emily followed in and she looked a bit puzzled.

Austin calmly examined the data about Harper and said, “Mummy is working late at the company. Daddy asked the man at the door to take us to school. I need to find out if he’s the subordinate of the bad woman.”

“So, is he?” Emily asked nervously.

“No.” Austin glanced through Harper’s biography in one quick glance.

They realized that the man at the door was their daddy’s personal assistant, who had worked with him since their daddy had taken charge of Powell Group and had no connection to Mirabelle. RêAd lat𝙚St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only

Austin pulled Emily back to the door, “Let me ask you, what your worker ID number in Powell Group is?”

Harper who stood outside the door was stunned. He wondered if Austin knew his worker ID number.

Although he was puzzled, he still followed his request and said his worker ID number.

Austin checked what he said with the data shown in the system and made sure there was no problem before opening the door.

When Harper saw Austin, he almost fell to his knees.

He felt the kid was the mini version of Mr. Powell.

If he didn’t know that Mr. Powell had never had an affair with a woman, he would definitely suspect that the boy in front of him was Mr. Powell’s illegitimate son.

Austin nodded slightly at Harper and greeted him as if he was the young master of the house, “Wait in the living room for a while. Emily and I are going to have breakfast first.”

Harper felt uneasy and changed into slippers before sitting on the sofa in the living room.

He felt that Austin was the spitting image of Mr. Powell.

If he hadn’t followed Mr. Powell as his personal secretary for many years, he would have really suspected that these two children were Mr. Powell illegitimate children.

After Austin and Emily finished their breakfast, they said, “Alright, let’s go.”

The actions that the two children did really looked like Mr. Powell! Harper regained his consciousness and said, “The car is downstairs. Follow me.”

…

After Diana stayed up all night last night, she felt that she was unable to open her eyes.

After struggling to open her eyes, the scene she saw almost made her scream out loud.

She was surprised to see herself sleeping with Brooklyn.

They were on the soft white bed in the large private room. Brooklyn had untied his tie and she could see his firm pectoral muscles, which heaved with his breath.

Diana gulped gently.

What was going on? Wasn’t she working overtime at the company? Why would she be in Brooklyn’s private room with him and even lying on the bed?

As Diana thought about it, she felt that she had forgotten something important.

Oh no! What time was it now!

She had to take Austin and Emily to school!

Diana hurriedly got up from Brooklyn’s arms. She looked around and could not find her mobile phone. She saw that it was already noon.

Her movements were so loud that she woke up Brooklyn, who was still resting.

Brooklyn opened his deep and drowsy eyes and glanced at Diana.

“Don’t move, let me rest a little longer.”

Brooklyn closed his eyes again. It seemed like he was treating her only as a cushion that allowed him to sleep peacefully.

After a few minutes, he heard Diana’s melodious voice ringing out beside him, “Mr. Powell, I need to go home now.” Diana was restless as she was too busy doing her work and forgot the two children at home. She finished her words hurriedly. Without even waiting for Brooklyn’s reply, she jumped out of bed and wore her high heels.

Just as she pushed open the door to her room, she saw Harper who was helping Brooklyn to sort out the documents.

He glanced at Diana who had just woken up and smiled faintly, “Ms. Miller, Mr. Powell has instructed me to send your relative’s children to school in the morning. If you’re worried, you can call the school teacher now.”

Thinking of the two quirky children in the morning, Harper who rarely praised others praised them, “Ms. Miller, I think your relative’s children are quite vigilant. You know how to educate them well.”

Diana picked up her phone and saw a voice message sent by Austin.

“Mummy, Emily and I have arrived at school. Don’t worry.”

Only then Diana felt relieved.

She suddenly remembered something, “Mr. Gibson, who carried me to… Mr. Powell’s private room?”

Mr. Gibson was somewhat speechless.

He thought that Mr. Miller was a smart woman. How come she was confused on this matter?

“If Mr. Powell didn’t let you in, do you think you could get in?”

Harper finished his words and helplessly shook his head. He pulled Diana over and lowered his voice and added, “Keep your voice down, Mr. Powell has been busy with attending dinner and doing work these days and hasn’t rested well for days. Luckily you are here. He falls asleep rarely today so we shouldn’t wake him up.”

After finishing his words, Harper glanced at the closed door of Brooklyn’s door.

He felt that it was very strange that Ms. Miller could make Mr. Powell who suffered from insomnia sleep so peacefully.

…

Diana turned from the new female assistant of Brooklyn to the high-profile perfumer of the company in just one day.

She took the card that Brooklyn gave her to the perfume studio and was ready to make the perfume she had conceived when she was stopped by the staff.

“Who are you? Do you think you are capable to use our studio?” The staff raised his eyebrows. It seemed like she was looking down on Diana.

The staff thought that the reason that Diana could get her position now was that she seduced Mr. Powell with her looks. Not only did she want to become Mr. Powell’s assistant, but she also wanted to meddle in the company’s business in making perfumes.

The perfumes made by Powell Group were very famous in Sliwell. There were countless famous perfumers who worked for the company.

Since Brooklyn took over Powell Group, Powell Group started to involve in various industries such as clothing, fashion, and real estate. However, the company still continued its obsessive pursuit of perfumes.

Mirabelle, who was the daughter of the Moss family and Brooklyn’s fiancée according to rumors was the best perfumer in Sliwell.

Everyone thought that their marriage was also one of the keys to the collaboration between Powell Group and Moss Group.

Brooklyn was the president of Powell Group which was famous for its perfumes while Mirabelle was the best perfumer in Sliwell. Wasn’t it a marriage made in heaven?