Mr. Powell Is Hunting for His Wife

Diana stayed up all night and before coming to the studio just now, she slightly touched up her foundation.

The concealer concealed the dark circles under her eyes. At this moment, Diana looked radiant while her slender legs were lazily leaning against the wall. She took out the card with the highest authority in the whole company handed to her by Brooklyn out of the pocket of her suit and waved it in front of the staff.

"Mr. Powell asked me to come and make perfume." Diana's red and lustrous lips slightly opened and her tone was euphemistic and coquettish, which was exactly the same as the shameless woman who seduced Mr. Powell stated in the rumour!

She flirtatiously glanced at the staff member who was staring at her in a daze and her lips curled slightly, "If you don't believe me, why don't you call Mr. Powell and ask him?"

The staff member was furious. This woman was really shameless. She even wanted to hook up with her who was a woman!

She would not fall for her trick!

Being an assistant, how would she know how to make perfume? There were so many first-class perfumers in the company, could it be that the perfume made by Anna was even more professional than the perfume made by professional perfumers?

"Hold on, let me make a phone call! If you dare to lie to me, don't think that I will let you go!"

Diana shrugged her shoulders and leaned against the wall unconcernedly.

The card in her hand was tossed around and played with.

The card given to her by Brooklyn was useless, right. Even a staff member also wanted to question her.

A few minutes later, the staff member hung up the phone and made way for Diana.

Diana smiled and asked jokingly, "Have you finished the call with Mr. Powell? You finally know that I'm not lying?"

The staff member was very livid.

"Are you being sarcastic? How can I possibly speak with Mr. Powell personally!"

She rolled her eyes at Diana, "If you want to go in, quickly go in, don't waste everyone's time! Oh, I don't understand Mr. Powell's thought, is everyone able to do the job of a perfumer... Even Mirabelle is also not allowed when she wants to use the perfume studio of the company."

The staff member murmured with a low voice.

Diana glanced at her and did not say anything. She put the card back into her pocket, stepped on high heels and left.

Mirabelle surprisingly had not ever used the studio here?

Wasn't she the top perfumer in Sliwell City?

It seemed that the relationship between Mirabelle and Brooklyn was indeed not as simple as what the media proclaimed.

A few hours later, all the people who passed by the studio smelled a refreshing aroma that was mixed with the faint fragrance of lilies as if it was leading people into the fairyland in a fairy tale.

"Who is using this studio now?" The perfumers who had finished their work stopped their paces and could not help but guess.

The perfume seemed to be just a trial piece but even a trial piece could already have so many layers of fragrance...

The official and final product must be very stunning.

The previous staff member did not have much knowledge on the perfume identification so when she heard all the perfumers in the company praising in this way, she was shocked inwardly, "It's being used by Mr. Powell's assistant, Ms. Miller."

"Ms. Miller?"

"The one who seduced Mr. Powell and made out with him?"

"How come I hear that many men in the company are having a crush on Ms. Miller."

At once, gossips arose.

Inside the studio, Diana, who had completed the trial piece, frowned slightly.

The smell was not the same as what she was expecting.

She hoped that she could make a perfume that allowed people to feel the passage of time and the passing years.

Diana cleaned up the lab table and took a few of the trial perfumes home to investigate.

After she opened the door, she saw a lot of people at the door.

Diana blinked, what was this? Could it be that when she was making the perfume, Brooklyn still had the mood to arrange people to cheer for her?

She had been busy in the studio just now so her body was full of the smell of perfume.

The light and multi-layered aroma filled the corridor at once. Many professional perfumers closed their eyes and started tasting.

Wonderful, how come they did not think of using this kind of conception to make perfume?

"Ms. Miller, is your perfume ready to be sold to the public?"

"Can you share some with us as well?"

Diana was fully surrounded in all directions. She let out a bitter smile, "Guys, this is still just a trial piece. Whether it is really good, it has to be judged by Mr. Powell?"

She stepped on her high heels, pushed the crowd away that surrounded her and left with difficulty.

Brooklyn had a keen sense of smell. He must be able to identify the good and bad of the perfume.

Diana opened the door of Brooklyn's office and as soon as she stepped in, Brooklyn raised his head keenly. He glanced at her face coldly and sternly.

His thin lips slightly opened and he was having a teasing tone, "Did you just crawl out of the perfume tank?"

Speechless, Diana skimmed her lips and put her test piece in front of Brooklyn.

"It's a little different from what I've imagined. Why don't you smell it, Mr. Powell? To see what else can be improved?"

After Diana's words were uttered, Brooklyn's handsome face darkened.

He leaned back and sat in his chair. Looking lazy, his eyebrows raised, "You want me to help you test this perfume?"

Diana nodded, "You're the one who negotiates with Mr. and Mrs. Hill, I'm just helping you to win the bargaining chips. Being my employer, you should also try your best for the sake of your business, of course." Diana opened the glass lid and made a gesture, "Please do so, Mr. Powell."

It was true that Brooklyn's sense of smell was extremely sharp, even sharper than that of many perfumers.

He pondered for a moment and said with a deep voice, "The idea is good but the aftertaste is too faint. If it were Mr. and Mrs. Hill, this kind of perfume is still not good enough."

"I feel the same." Diana kept the perfume, returned to her position and started to think.

Brooklyn's thought was the same as hers. The aftertaste was too faint and for people with a keen sense of smell, a perfume with a faint aftertaste could not make a powerful impact and certainly could not make people feel a lingering and pleasant sense that could make people indulge in.

Diana quickly fell into a working state and began to change the recipe for the fragrance.

Brooklyn narrowed his eyes and there were some praises in his eyes.

Late at night, below the light of the moon and the stars, Brooklyn returned to the villa. He took off his suit and when he walked towards the study as usual, a gentle female voice stopped him, "Brooklyn, can we talk for a while?"

Mirabelle looked at the man in front of her timidly.

Since she apologized to that bitch by the name of Anna, she had not seen Brooklyn at home for a long time.

Fearing that she would infuriate Brooklyn, she could only call Brooklyn's personal assistant, Harper.

The reply she got from Harper every time was, 'Mr. Powell is busy with his work, please be considerate, Ms. Moss."

Being a president, how busy could he be!

Mirabelle did not believe it. Today, she learnt from Jessica that Mr. and Mrs. Hill were coming to Sliwell City and Brooklyn had a social gathering with Mr. and Mrs. Hill next week.

She could take this opportunity to ask Brooklyn to bring her to the banquet.

After all, she was the nominal fiancée of Brooklyn. So, of course, she should be his female companion for attending a private dinner!

Brooklyn glanced at Mirabelle's gentle face coldly and frowned slightly.

After a while, he took steps and walked to the sofa, sitting down comfortably.

His hands rested on his knees and his thin lips slightly opened, "Mirabelle, what trick are you thinking to use again."☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐