Mr. Powell Is Hunting for His Wife novel Chapter 44

Diana’s voice was otherworldly as it pegged at his heart.

His dark pupils blinked at Brooklyn, “Mr. Powell, why not give me your comment? You are paying for it, so if you feel unsatisfied with this, I will immediately change into another one.”

The salesperson on one side couldn’t help sucking in a deep breath after hearing Diana’s words.

This woman had the guts to speak in such a way to Mr. Powell!

And what surprised her the most was that Mr. Powell didn’t show any hint of anger on his face at all.

He was simply lying lazily against the sofa with his long legs crossed. The thin line that was his lips lifted, “This will be the one.”

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In Brooklyn’s private villa…

Mirabelle was carrying out her skincare routine, and after signalling for the maids to leave, she returned to her own bedroom.

Tomorrow, the Hills were going to hold a private banquet at the hotel they were staying in Sliwell. They had invited influencers in the fashion industry, but she was not in the invitation list.

When Mirabelle learnt of that, her face went pale and her hand caught on to the edges of her clothes.

She tried to console herself that the Hillvie brand put emphasis on their clothing line, which had nothing to do with perfumery. At the same time, the Moss Group’s star product was perfume. Perhaps the Hills didn’t know much about the Moss Group.

A while again, she had gone storming at the Powell Group because of the Hills and Anna, which caused her to receive continuous cold treatment from Brooklyn for a few days after that incident. He never showed her any kindness throughout that period.

The banquet organized by the Hills was a good chance for Brooklyn and her to mend their old wounds.

Up until now, Brooklyn had never put her by his side in any social occasion yet.

Although he never publicly disclosed about her identity as his fiancée, but it’s not like he ever denied it.

Brooklyn must still care for her, which made Mirabelle feel secretly elated.

While they were still in a cold war, asking to join him in that banquet would definitely be rejected by him.

After mulling over some thoughts for a few minutes, Mirabelle called Mrs. Moss, “Mummy, I need an invitation card for the private banquet organized by the Hills tomorrow.”

Although the Moss Group wasn’t the most influential organization in Sliwell, but it would still be a piece of cake to get their hands on an invitation card.

After Mrs. Moss delegated this job, not even two hours had passed when the invitation card to go to the Hills’ party arrived at Mirabelle’s doorstep.

The corners of her mouth lifted as she spoke to the main who was attending to her, “Do you have all the appointments with my dressmaker and hairstylist? The banquet tomorrow night is very important to me. There can’t be any mistakes.”

“You have nothing to worry about, Ms. Moss.”

“Oh, right, about the perfume.” Mirabelle picked up a bottle of perfume and sunk into a dilemma.

It was apparent that she couldn’t reuse the perfume she had got from Anna this time, and there wasn’t much left of the ones she had taken from Diana.

For some reason, it had been a while since Brooklyn had requested for her accompaniment at night.

Despite that, it seemed that he was well rested every day.

Mirabelle couldn’t help but frown. Could it be that Brooklyn had acquired some other form of tension-killing perfume other than the one she had?

However, she had bought off the maids working in Brooklyn’s villa, and she knew that there wasn’t any form of incense in his room, let alone perfumes. Even his suit didn’t have any trace of perfume.

Mirabelle became increasingly perplexed at this incomprehensible phenomenon, but she couldn’t find any clue leading to the answer. She couldn’t find out the reason Brooklyn had suddenly abandoned her accompaniment at night.

Her maid somehow was able to read Mirabelle’s mind, and she was able to come up with an answer.

“Ms. Moss, I have followed your instruction previously and I have contacted the other experts in the perfumery industry to help concoct a perfume. Although it couldn’t replicate the same effects of the one you have now, it is still very good. You should have a try.”

Mirabelle gave it some thought. It seemed that this was the only way left.