Mr. Powell Is Hunting for His Wife

Mirabelle's whole body was weak and she was limp on the bed.

When Brooklyn left, he forcefully shut the door, which made a loud bang that terrified the maids at home.

What was wrong with the young master, why was he so angry with Ms. Moss?

Three days later, Diana came to the Powell Group with the perfume that she had carefully made after a week of restlessness.

Rachel was the first person to learn that Diana had completed her latest work.

After completing the work, Diana remembered that Rachel had said on the phone that she wanted to be the first taster of her work. So, she entrusted the airline to send a small sample to the Smith family. Diana did not know if Rachel had received it. She took the perfume and gently knocked on the door of the president's office.

"Come in." Brooklyn's gaze moved away from the computer screen.

Diana walked to the table and glanced at Harper who was reporting to Brooklyn, "I think I should wait for a while?"

Harper shook his head, "I've finished reporting to Mr. Powell."

"That's good." Diana smiled and gently tilted her head, "How about you try this perfume too?"

When Harper heard this, his face turned pale.

Please don't, let him go! If his body was stained with this perfume smell again, his girlfriend may want to be angry with him!

The next second, Harper smelled a fragrance he had never experienced before. It was faint but refreshing and when he carefully sniffed, he felt as if he was walking into a story of the past. When he regained his presence of mind, his eyes were even slightly moist.

Brooklyn frowned tightly and stared at the ordinary glass bottle in front of him.

There was no luxury decoration on the glass bottle that was similar to experimental equipment. However, it was the best perfume he had tasted in the past few years.

Brooklyn's thin lips were tightly pursed. His gaze towards Diana was added with some inquisitiveness.

A woman in her early twenties could surprisingly make such a perfume.

With her ability, it was sufficient for her to become a world-renowned perfumer without having to come to the Powell Group.

What was her purpose?

Harper's tears could not be stopped. He said 'sorry' and then turned around, pulled out tissues to wipe his tears.

Mr. Powell's demand was indeed too high. Ms. Miller's perfume could make people feel touched but Mr. Powell surprisingly did not have any reaction?

"Mr. Powell, this is the perfume that I want to give to Mr. and Mrs. Hill, 'The Necklace'," Diana said, "The top notes use the fragrance of nectarine fruit that Mr. and Mrs. Hill love very much when they were young and also the woody green leaves, which have a refreshing and awakening effect. The middle notes use Mrs. Hill's favourite lily, vanilla and lily of the valley, mixed with green apple fragrance. The fragrance of the lily will slowly morph into the flavourful lily of the valley and will then blend with the warm green apple spice..."

On the side, Harper listened in awe.

It was the first time he heard the analysis of a professional perfumer. Brooklyn's eyes that were looking at Diana were with more compliments.

He slowly spoke, "You used sandalwood and vanilla for the base notes?"

Diana was surprised, "Mr. Powell, you know more about perfume than I thought! Yes, in addition to sandalwood and vanilla, the base notes use white musk, oak moss and amber too so it comes with a mellow woody base."

Mr. and Mrs. Hill loved gardening so they would be much more sensitive to floral and woody scents than an ordinary person.

Many experienced perfumers were unable to blend multiple spices perfectly while maintaining the thick bases of the spices.

But, Diana successfully did it!

Brooklyn nodded slightly. He raised his sharp eyes again and stared at Diana, "Who is your teacher."

If she was a student of a well-known perfumer, he would certainly know.

Diana curled into a smile and took a step forward while being full of confidence.

Her waist was almost pressed against the log desk and the faint fragrance of her body became clearer and clearer after she approached.

Her red lips looked like a siren that revealed a smile at late night as no one could resist her charm.

"Mr. Powell, I'm gifted and talented. I'm born to do this kind of thing."

Brooklyn was speechless.

At the side, Harper could not help but cover his face.

He had never seen such a shameless and boastful woman!

Diana kept the perfume, pursed her red lips and smiled.

Oh, how could she possibly tell him the matter about Harley.

Not to mention that up to now, even she herself also did not know where Harley was.

"How sure are you that you can succeed?" Brooklyn's clear voice rang out, "Anna, you should know that no matter how good the words are, they are all fake. What I want is the result." "99.999 percent." Diana seriously looked at the man in front of her.

Brooklyn sneered.

"You're quite good at saying."

In mathematics, infinitely close was equal to one.

After Diana left, Harper looked at his boss.

He did not know what Brooklyn was thinking as he was showing a serious look of pondering.

Harper pursed his lips and asked carefully, "Mr. Powell, if Ms. Miller's perfume just now is put into production, perhaps it will be a big hit. If we buy the sales right from Ms. Miller now, the best perfume of the year must be 'The Necklace"!"

Brooklyn gently raised his eyes, "That bottle of perfume is specifically made for Mr. and Mrs. Hill. Unless Mr. and Mrs. Hill agree to put it into commercial production, Anna will definitely not agree to commercialize it."

"Why?" Didn't Ms. Miller come to our company for earning money? If the perfume just now is commercialized, the share she can get is far more than being an assistant now!"

Brooklyn glanced at his assistant and was slightly speechless, "Intuition."

Although Anna loved money, she was definitely not the kind of woman who took money as the first purpose.

There must be other purposes that she wanted to make perfumes.

Rachel, who was far away in France, was on vacation in her villa of her family.

"Ms. Smith, there is a courier from Ms. Moss." The maid was holding a box in her hand.

Rachel put down the wine glass, "Oh, bring it to me."

After unpacking the box, she saw that it was a small bottle of the sample.

Rachel gently opened it and at once, her earlier cosy look became serious.

After a few minutes, she curled her lips, "It seems that Diana's new work will shock everyone."

After Diana returned home and took a shower, she applied a facial mask and was comfortably sitting on the sofa with her laptop.

Since she came to Sliwell City, many of her old customers from abroad had sent emails asking when was she free as they still wanted to make an appointment for making perfume.

"Mom, it's again someone who asks you to make perfumes?" Austin who finished his homework and was holding his laptops aside while investigating something glanced at Diana's screen and spoke with a clear and cold voice.

"I hacked into Dad's company network today and found out that the Powell Group is going to cooperate with Mr. and Mrs. Hill. Mom, wouldn't be the reason why you were busy every day before is that you want to help Dad facilitate the cooperation with Mr. and Mrs. Hill, right?"