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Mr. Powell Is Hunting for His Wife novel Chapter 57

If Brooklyn had no interest in her, probably he would have kicked her out when she just finished half her words.

Since he hadn’t, it meant that he was kind of interested in her.

Although she didn’t know how deep his interest was in her, Diana still got a trump card in hand.

Brooklyn looked arctic cold, his ink-black eyes expressionless.

He gazed at the woman who was talking to him with a smile, trying to see through her.

They were like players well matched in a contest, keeping using schemes on each other.

He had never met such a woman who could silence him and marvel at his plot.

Diana faintly smiled. There was a trace of tiredness in her voice, and obviously, she didn’t sleep well last night.

However, her eyes were still as bright as usual as if she could see others’ true colors.

“Mr. Powell, I can’t promise you anything, but I can guarantee that as long as I’m still in Powell Group, I will develop the perfume that could bring fame to Powell Group.”

Diana stressed each syllable. She could only rely on her capability to make her perfume become an indispensable product to Powell Group so that Brooklyn would choose her when making the decision.

She was taking a bet, not only on herself but also on a man.

Brooklyn let out a laugh deeply. His handsome face looked like the spring under the melted snow.

His fair tips knocked on the desk gently. “Anna, you do have guts. If I don’t agree, do you know what you will end up to?”

“I know. Without Powell Group’s protection, Ms. Moss wouldn’t need to care about anything. She can do whatever she wants to me.”

“Since you know it, but you still dared to do so,” Brooklyn said with a snort.

Diana knew it very well. Although she was speaking with a smile just now, sweat oozed on her back, soaking her blouse.

The gamble was way too big.

Once she took the wrong step, she wouldn’t go to the wrong road definitely.

Diana pressed her lips and didn’t answer.

“You are still the manager of the perfume department. You can work in my office, continuing to take charge of my schedule. As for the perfume contest in Sliwell City...” Brooklyn paused a bit, his gaze focusing on Diana for a second.

Her eyes were slightly twinkling. She looked at him expectantly.

Brooklyn was silent for a second and then continued indifferently, “If you don’t want to participate in it, I’ll send another perfumer there.”

Diana immediately smiled so brightly. “Mr. Powell, it’s so nice of you!”

However, the next second, Brooklyn’s words turned her down.

“You don’t need to attend the contest, but you need to write a fragrance test report of each perfume in the contest and submit them to me.”

Diana was silent for a moment and asked, “Mr. Powell, did Ms. Carter need to do so as well?”

Brooklyn looked down and didn’t want to look at her anymore. However, his hand holding the pen paused. “I only request you to do so. Or, do you think there’s no punishment for you to skip the contest?”

Diana stuck her tongue. It would be much better to write the fragrant test reports than fighting against the Moss family openly right now. Hence, she agreed immediately.

Meanwhile.

In Brooklyn’s villa, a servant handed the express mail from Diana to Mirabelle.

This morning, when she received the email from Anna, she looked a bit confused, but she returned to her vicious mind soon.

No matter what Anna said was true or not, Mirabelle would want to leg to of her for the time being as long as the perfume Anna sent her could let her remain the chief perfumer in Sliwell City.

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