Mr. Powell Is Hunting for His Wife

Mirabelle's shoulders trembled weakly and slightly.

She was wearing pure white lace cotton pyjamas and she looked innocent and flawless. With her fragile and timid expression at this time, the maids in the surrounding could not help but sympathize upon seeing her look.

Ms. Moss was a good woman.

Six years ago, she saved the young master without telling her name and now, the young master came back so late every day but she did not get angry too and only waited for him silently.

"Brooklyn, I hear that Mr. and Mrs. Hill are coming to Sliwell City, is it true?"

Brooklyn raised his eyes and sized up the woman in front of him with sharp gazes. He nodded slightly and signalled her to continue.

"Then can you bring me to your private dinner with Mr. and Mrs. Hill next week? We haven't appeared together in public for a long time, so we should take this opportunity..." "How do you know that I have a social gathering with Mr. and Mrs. Hill?" Brooklyn coldly interrupted Mirabelle. He gazed at her sharply, "You sent someone to spy on me?"

Mirabelle instantly realized that Brooklyn hated people forcing him and what she said just now was completely stimulating his anger point.

"No, it was Mom who told me. You also know that the company of our family also made a fortune using perfume. Mr. and Mrs. Hill like perfume so if you take me with you, perhaps I can help you a lot? Or, I can make a perfume that Mr. and Mrs. Hill like!"

Mirabelle made every possible effort. If she did not make use of her identity as the top perfumer in Sliwell City at this time, when else should she use it?

Brooklyn's thin lips slightly curled and he smiled sarcastically, "You just need to focus on making your perfume, don't need to put your mind to the Powell Group."

Finished speaking, Brooklyn raised his eyes and took a glance at the maids who were standing next to him, "Send Ms. Moss back to her room."

After saying that, Brooklyn got up and his action generated a gust of wind. The smell of perfume on his body went into Mirabelle's nose.

"Wait!" Mirabelle's face could not help but become suspicious when she smelled the unfamiliar perfume smell on Brooklyn's body.

This smell was definitely not the perfume sold in the market.

"Brooklyn, how come you have the smell of female perfume on your body..." Mirabelle could not believe that her fiancé, Brooklyn would have an affair with another woman. For six years, no matter how hard she persuaded and seduced Brooklyn, he had never had any intimate interaction with her.

Not to mention having sex and kissing, even hugging also never be done.

How come there was a smell of female perfume on his body?!

"Mirabelle." Brooklyn disgustedly shook off Mirabelle's hand that was pulling his sleeve. His tone was icy-cold and full of warnings, "You've overstepped the mark." Mirabelle's face turned pale.

She bit her own lips that were whitish and trembling. When she looked at Brooklyn's leaving figure, she was unreconciled.

Testing perfume was an extremely boring thing.

Upon repeatedly tasting similar perfumes, even the sense of smell had become desensitized.

Not to mention Brooklyn, even Diana herself also had a feeling of wanting to vomit after smelling for a long time.

She suddenly felt sorry for Brooklyn, "Mr. Powell, I think you should stop smelling it, I'll go to find Harper and let him try."

Harper hurriedly waved his hand when he heard this, "Ms. Miller, please give me a break. If I continue to smell it, I can't even eat."

The perfume made by Diana indeed smelled good but it was impossible for someone to smell it every day!

"No need, are there other test pieces? Bring them all over," Brooklyn slowly covered the test piece that had been rejected by him, raised his eyelids and ordered indifferently. For several days in a row, he helped Diana to taste the perfume every day.

For several days, Brooklyn returned to his private villa every day with a strong perfume smell.

Mirabelle, as a woman, was extremely sensitive to perfume.

She wanted to say something and was afraid of getting into an argument with Brooklyn. So, she could only keen her sorrow to her mother, Mrs. Moss."

"Mom, do you think he has a mistress outside? It can't be Ms. Miller, right? He comes back every day with the female perfume smell...He also treats me colder and colder..."

Jessica comforted, "The Powell Group also has a perfume brand, and perhaps Brooklyn is busy with the perfume matter recently. Anyway, you don't have to worry about this matter, I'll talk with Brooklyn's mother."

After Jessica hung up the phone, her warm eyes turned cold instantly.

No matter which woman it was, she would not let go of the woman who dared to block her daughter from marrying into the Powell family.

She asked Rebecca, "Is Brooklyn very busy lately? I hear that he has a private dinner with Mr. and Mrs. Hill next week. Both Mr. and Mrs. Hill love perfume and it is just nice that Mirabelle is good at making perfume, why don't you...let Brooklyn bring her along? It's a good thing to be able to facilitate the cooperation between the two families."

Rebecca liked Mirabelle very much as she was an obedient daughter from a respectable family so she was just right for her son.

In the entire Sliwell City, except for Mirabelle, no daughter of any family was compatible with Brooklyn!

"Don't worry, I like Mirabelle. I'll be rest assured if she can go with Brooklyn together," Rebecca promised.

That night, Brooklyn returned to the villa.

The housekeeper glanced at him cautiously, moved forward and said white biting the bullet, "Young master, Madam asked you to give her a call when you arrive at home."

When Brooklyn heard these words, his eyebrows slightly furrowed.

The housekeeper was sensible so he kept quiet.

The relationship between Brooklyn and his mother, Rebecca, had always been not close.

Rebecca also rarely called to ask about the matter of her son even though he was the one in control of the Powell Group.

"Make a cup of coffee for me and bring it to the study," Brooklyn coldly instructed.

"Yes, young master."

A few minutes later, Brooklyn hung up the phone with a cold face.

He got angry and smashed the cup on the desk straight onto the marble floor.

When Mirabelle saw Brooklyn come to her room, she thought it was because Rebecca's persuasion had taken effect and after she just showed a gentle smile, she was shocked by the hostility on Brooklyn's body.

Brooklyn's big hand clenched into a fist and smashed forcefully towards the door, making a loud bang.

"Brook, Brooklyn, what's wrong with you?"

"Mirabelle, you're so capable, you dare to incite my family member to persuade me to take you to the dinner, huh?" Brooklyn shook his hand unconcernedly and his eyes that were looking at Mirabelle were with a little more disgust.

"The top perfumer in Sliwell City? Do you think I'm not clear with the amounts of sales of the perfume made by you?" Brooklyn did not even step into the room. His every word caused a ghastly whiteness to spread over Mirabelle's face.

"I usually hate it when someone tries to control me. Mirabelle, you've stimulated my biggest anger point."

"If you show up in the social gathering with Mr. and Mrs. Hill next week, I guarantee that I will chase you out of here." Finished speaking, Brooklyn kicked the door forcefully and turned around decisively to leave.

Mirabelle was shivering inside the room.

Why was Brooklyn so angry? Why? Mirabelle's face was pale and her lips were moving desolately.

She was obviously doing it for his own good!

Why was he not willing to care about her more?

She loved him so much!0000