Mr. Powell Is Hunting for His Wife

Chapter 66 Madam Powell Came

"What!"

Though Harper had experienced a lot since he became Brooklyn's assistant, he had never encountered a woman who dared to say that she would sleep with Brooklyn.

Even if Brooklyn did have affection for Anna, Anna would be refused by him after she said that.

Didn’t Anna know that Mr. Powell hated those women who intended to sleep with him?

Finishing her words and glancing at Harper who was dumbstruck, Diana came to realize that Harper must have misunderstood her words.

Rolling her eyes, Diana should have recognized that others would react the same as her when they heard the words "sleep with". NôvelDrama.Org: text © owner.

Didn't Brooklyn worry that she would take him to court when he asked her to sleep with him?

Harper covered his face.

Reluctant to be involved in the current situation, he only wanted to work alone.

Moving his cold eyes away from the computer screen, Brooklyn gazed at Diana with his dark and meaningful eyes. Smiling, he recalled Diana’s expression when she first heard the words "sleep with him".

"It’s quite a big bet. Are you sure?" Raising his eyebrows, Brooklyn asked with a faint smile.

Dianna nodded without a second thought.

At the worst, Diana would sleep with Brooklyn for one night.

She had tried all the perfumes made by renowned perfumers in Sliwell City. Only the perfumes made by Ashley and the one Dianna gave Mirabelle were able to rival the perfumes made by Stella.

Therefore, Stella could at least nab the third place.

"Anna, I am looking forward to that day."

Brooklyn cast a playful glance at Diana with his perfect and sharp eyes.

"Wait. Wait. Mr. Powell, do you hope that Stella will lose the game?"

Chuckling, Brooklyn said, "Winning the third place means nothing to the Powell Group. Any places except the first place are the same."

Dianna was so clever that she suddenly realized that Brooklyn was tricking her.

Who would win the first place didn’t matter since she agreed that she would not partake in the Perfumer Competition of Sliwell.

Brooklyn would not punish her even if Stella was the last.

Glaring at Brooklyn who was smiling jokingly, Dianna thought that she was trapped by him again.

"Mr. Powell, you are tricking me now!" Diana was so irritated to the extent that she lost her usual peaceful look.

In any case, Stella had to win one of the first three places!

Dianna didn’t allow her to lag behind the top three.

Anger emerged from Diana’s eyes which had been bright before.

When she was annoyed, her round eyes exposed a charm that she didn’t notice.

Although she considered that she presented a fierce image, it seemed that she was actually flirting with the man.

Harper saw Dianna leave angrily then he glanced at Brooklyn who was working agreeably, he cautiously asked, "Mr. Powell, how is your relationship with Anna? If Ms. Moss found out, Anna will be suffered from the Moss Family’s ..."

"Get out," Brooklyn said coldly.

Harper felt helpless. There was nothing wrong with his concern for the lifelong happiness of his boss.

Wearing a pair of high-heeled shoes, Diana walked into the Perfume Department in an imposing manner.

"Where’s Stella?" She asked impatiently.

Stella was shocked when someone suddenly mentioned her name.

She lost to Anna before and she had already apologized to her, Stella was confused and wondering why Diana looked at her so angrily.

Did she do anything to irritate Anna?

Stella was scared by Diana’s every step when she approached. Stella swallowed hard at each step of Dianna. As soon as Diana stood in front of her, Stella couldn’t help but ask, "Ms. Miller, what do you want me for?"

"From today on, I am responsible to supervise your perfume-making process. I will point out your fault. Besides, I will offer you an extra hour of training after work in the company. You will receive overtime

pay according to the company regulations."

Stella was taken aback.

To improve her capacity of making perfumes did no harm to her.

But how could anything good happen without any costs?

"Ms. Miller, It’s my pleasure. But why?"

Stella was confused.

Grasping Stella’s hands and raising them to her chest, Diana said with her eyes full of solemnity, "Stella, you will be one of the top three in the Perfumer Competition of Sliwell. No, you must be."

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As the lead in the perfume industry, the Powell Group attached much more importance to the Perfume Competition of Sliwell than any other company.

Thus, the seniors of the company were unsatisfied that Diana was absence from the competition.

"Mr. Powell, the title of Top Perfumer has been taken by the Moss Group three times. It’s improper to give way to the Moss Group this year again even though you have been engaged with Ms. Moss. Anna is quite competitive and you appointed her chief perfumer of our company regardless of so many dissenting views. It will be meaningless if she won’t take part in the Perfumer Competition of Sliwell."

"Exactly!"

Brooklyn sneered coldly, glancing at the seniors from different departments who wanted to force Diana to take part in the competition.

"I never change my mind as long as I make a decision."

At the same time, in the VIP reception room of the Powell Group.

Harper brewed a pot of Longjing tea and served the tea in the VIP reception room.

"Madam Powell, Mr. Powell is not available now since he is holding a meeting." Harper poured the tea in the cup and respectfully placed it in front of an elderly woman in her seventies.

The gray-haired woman wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses in a genteel manner.

She wore an old-fashioned cheongsam.

The exquisite hand embroidery on the cheongsam manifested that it was made by some famous dressmaker.

This elderly woman was Madam Powell, Brooklyn’s grandmother, who was now in charge of the Powell Family.

Madam Powell took the cup of tea gracefully. She smiled with satisfaction after taking two sips of the tea.

"Did you say that Brooklyn is holding a meeting?" Madam Powell asked Harper amiably, "Aren’t he too busy now? Not to mention that he seldom visits his mother, he hardly comes to visit me. Instead, an elderly woman like me, have to visit him personally if I want his company."

Though Madam Powell complained that Brooklyn was too occupied by work to visit her, she didn’t blame him actually.

Glancing at Harper, she asked her assistant to produce a red packet and gave it to Harper.

The red packet was as thick as two inches.

Waving his hand, Harper said, "Madam Powell, you don’t have to do this. It’s my duty and obligation to assist Mr. Powell. What’s more, Mr. Powell has hired a new assistant. It’s improper for me to receive it."

"A new assistant?" Madam Powell frowned, "Who’s the new assistant? When was the new assistant hired? How come I didn’t know it at all?"

Harper was overwhelmed by Madam Powell’s questions one after another.

"Is the assistant male or female?" Madam Powell got to the point.