Mr. Powell Is Hunting for His Wife novel Chapter 35

Harper thought, if he told Anna about it, Anna might revenge even if she knew Mirabelle was Brooklyn’s fiancé.

For some reason, Harper always thought Anna was the kind of person that believed in “an eye for an eye”. If anyone harmed Anna, Anna would definitely take revenge.

Brooklyn massaged his forehead with his finger. He then slowly said, “I’ll give you a half-day leave. Repurchase everything broken and place them back onto Anna’s desk.”

“The fee…”

Brooklyn took a glance at Harper, “I’ll pay for them.”

Harper felt relieved.

He then patiently went through everything broken.

Harper was startled when he checked the price of the broken items. Initially, he thought Anna was from an ordinary well-off family. After all, Anna bought a unit in a luxurious apartment, and she was driving a sports car. But he never expected to see an ordinary glass Anna used to drink water was a limited edition from France.

Harper looked up the price on the internet. The glass cost almost five digits.

Harper almost fell to the ground.

Why did Mirabelle have to throw Anna’s stuff? Harper felt the pain to repurchase those items even if he wasn’t paying with his own money.

Harper made a list. Other than a broken perfume, he got everything on the list. That bottle of perfume might be a creation from Anna. All the money in the world couldn’t pay for Anna’s latest inspiration.

It seemed like he had to tell Anna what happened.

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Mirabelle stomped out of Brooklyn’s office in heels. Everyone she passed by look at her curiously.

“Did you heard? Ms. Moss had a big fight with Mr. Powell in his office.”

“How did you know?”

“A person overheard their conversation when he handed a document to the office before. Ms. Moss looked furious! It must be about Anna.”

“You’re right. Anna was way too pretty. I always thought Anna is the seductive type of woman. I’m guessing there would be many people going after her if she wasn’t Mr. Powell’s assistant. Furthermore, she helped out in the collaboration between Hillvie and the Powell Group. Of course, Mr. Powell trusted her. You can’t blame Ms. Moss for being jealous…”

Gossip kept filling Mirabelle’s ears.

Mirabelle stopped and turned around.

“What did you just say? Do you dare to repeat what you said in front of me?”

Mirabelle was smiling, but she sounded cold.

Good, even the staff of the Powell Group saw her as a joke.

They were usual careful during her visits.

Now, they dared to gossip about her even before she left the premises. Because of Anna.

“No, no, Ms. Moss. We didn’t say anything.”

The staff immediately apologized to Mirabelle.

They didn’t want to offend Mirabelle at all.

Mirabelle sneered, “Pathetic fence-sitter.”

Mirabelle’s heels knocked on the marble floor as she stepped out of the premises.

The security guard helped Mirabelle to hold the car door open, “Ms. Moss, are we going back to Mr. Powell house or…”