Mr. Powell Is Hunting for His Wife novel Chapter 65

Dissatisfiedly, Mirabelle bit her lips in anger for a short while before putting on a warm smile.

She stood up, looked at Brooklyn with her eyes that were basically oozing with warmth and said, “Brooklyn, I’ve just asked Harper regarding who was the perfumer that designed the perfume you used yesterday. I wanna commission them to design one for Rebecca to help her sleep better. She’s been insomniac lately, and even after consulting a lot of doctors, there’s still no effective way to treat her insomnia. Seeing as you’re well rested today, I’d take my chances with…”

Her voice was crisp and soft, any random person would not get agitated from hearing her voice.

Brooklyn shot her a glance without saying anything.

Mirabelle was in panic as her palms started sweating.

If Brooklyn was suspicious because he saw her talking to Harper, she would be in big trouble.

As she still was not married to Brooklyn yet, even with the fact that their family were looking forward to forming an alliance with one another, what she just did could very easily be suspected as corporate espionage by Brooklyn.

“Harper, give Mirabelle the business card of the perfumer that I met a few days ago,” said Brooklyn with his dark eyes that were still as water.

Harper was stunned, but quickly responded, “Yes, Mr. Powell.”

He quickly pulled out his card holder, picked out a card and handed it to Mirabelle.

She looked at the card and frowned.

A perfumer from Europe, how could it not be Anna?

When she wanted to ask Brooklyn for more information, she realized that he had already walked far away from her.

Harper was right behind him, with a briefcase sandwiched between his arm and body.

Mirabelle stomped the floor furiously, the business card still firmly grasped in her hand.

A phone call was all she needed to find out whether this person was real or an impostor.

Harper opened the car door for Brooklyn, then he sat in the front passenger seat.

“Mr. Powell, that business card just now…The perfume yesterday was designed by Anna, was it not? Why did you say that it was made by someone else? If I recall correctly, that business card that we gave Ms. Moss just now refers to the perfumer that visited Sliwell last month. All he did was meet you, but he didn’t design any perfume for you, did he? Ms. Moss will find out that we’re lying as soon as she gives him a call, and I’m afraid that your relationship will sour because…”

Harper frowned in confusion.

Given that Mr. Powell was really smart, how could he blurt out such an obvious lie?

Brooklyn heard Harper’s question, however, he did not stop typing on his laptop. His focus on the screen was not broken, with his thins lips sealed like an unopened aluminium can.

The longer Harper spent thinking to himself, the more he was getting confused by Brooklyn’s action.

It should not be, unless…

All of a sudden, a thought flashed in his mind.

“Mr. Powell, don’t tell me that you’ve already predicted that Ms. Moss will press you for more details on this matter?” asked Harper as he turned around and looked at his boss. He said in a serious tone, “Since you already know that Ms. Moss will ask you who designed the perfume, to keep Ms. Miller’s identity a secret, you’ve already contacted the other perfumer so that he will play along with your lie. As expected of you, Mr. Powell!”

As he heard Harper’s boot-licking, Brooklyn let out a little smirk.

In fact, Harper was overthinking everything, Brooklyn did not consider protecting Diana at all.

If Diana needed his protection, why would he be allowed to see the moment of her uncovering secrets of herself?

Under his watchful eyes, Mirabelle could not even dream of pulling off any sly tricks.

It was just that he could not be bothered to expose such a teeny little trick.

It was Mirabelle that saved his life six years ago, after all. He figured he should at least save her some face as a sign of compassion.