Mr. Powell Is Hunting for His Wife novel Chapter 1

In a presidential suite of the largest international hotel in Sliwell City..

Sunlight was shining on the huge bed through the curtain.

There was a vague appearance of a beautiful figure. The red mark near her collarbone was exceptionally conspicuous on her pale skin.

Diana Moss rubbed her eyes with a tiresome look and slightly moved her body. She realized every part of her body was aching terribly, especially her lower body part.

The pain was inexplicable. She frowned with a pale face.

What is this place?

After exhaling, she realized that was not her room.

What had happened last night?

She shook her head and realized her memory became very blur.

She instantly turned her head and her eyes fell onto the man beside her.

This man…

Their clothes were still scattered on the floor and the fox mask she had been wearing was dropped at the side too.

She could only pick some clothes that were considered complete from the pile of torn clothes and put them on her.

Before she could understand what had happened, a series of door knocking sound was suddenly heard.

She instinctively picked the mask on the floor up and wore it.

The room door was then pushed open with great force and a bunch of people rushed in.

Flashlights were everywhere around them while they were still on the bed, and the one leading was the journalist of the biggest entertainment newspaper company.

“Miss Moss, is it a coincidence that you show up here? Or is there any problem with the Moss’s that requires you to reach an unspeakable agreement with a rich businessman?”

Diana’s mind blew and she could finally recall.

It was Mirabelle Moss who brought her to the masquerade ball last night. It was also her who prepared the mask.

She was baffled that time because her younger sister had been forbidding her to go outside back then.

Why did she suddenly allow her to join a masquerade ball this time?

And the champagne yesterday…

Diana’s pupil shrunk and she immediately realized it was a conspiracy.

“I didn’t!”

The journalist let out a cunning smile and did not try to conceal the disgust in his eyes at all.