Mr. Powell Is Hunting for His Wife

Chapter 32: Did You Want Me to Carry You?

Diana waddled. She almost fell.

“Ouch,” Diana held on to the wall, covered her eyes with her hands and burped.

“Mr. Powell, what are you saying?” Diana sounded flirtatious, and she didn’t even notice.

Why was it warm in here?

Diana wanted to take off her clothes, but she noticed she wasn’t wearing a suit like she usually dressed. The outfit she wore didn’t even have a collar. She couldn’t take her clothes off herself.

Diana blinked her eyes and felt sad. Her bright eyes covered in tears.

Diana was struggling on how to take off her clothes so that she could felt less warm, while she answered Brooklyn’s question, “Hillvie is good…Burp…But I have to go overseas. I… I shave something to do in Sliwell City. I have to get it done… How to take these off?”

Diana finally found the zipper on her waist.

“Got it!”

Diana then tried to unzipped herself.

Brooklyn was getting sulkier every second.

Anna can’t drink?

Did she get drunk so easy?

Brooklyn took off his coat and threw it onto Diana’s head.

Diana’s dressed way halfway unzipped, and she got blinded with a black coat.

“What’s going on? Is there a power failure?”

Brooklyn felt speechless.

Brooklyn frowned. The next second, Diana heard his cold voice, “You don’t mind people looking at your naked body, but I do mind people gossiping about my assistant’s pet peeves. Put the coat on till you get home.”

Brooklyn controlled his anger. Luckily he didn’t pick Diana up and threw her into the car.

Brooklyn’s initial plan was to drive around the Seaside Street alone after dinner tonight.

Brooklyn squinted his eyes and stared at the drunken Diana. His lips twitched.

If Anna wasn’t drunk, Brooklyn wouldn’t have to worry about her. But Anna was drunk. Who knew what was going to happen if he let her go back alone now.

Anna might lose control in the cab.

Brooklyn couldn’t help but get sulky when he thought of Anna’s action to unzip herself when she was drunk.

Brooklyn took out his phone and put it beside his ear, “Come to the private room.”

Harper appeared in front of the private room after ten minutes.

Harper was surprised to see Anna in Brooklyn’s coat and holding onto Brooklyn’s sleeves.

What? Was this Mr. Powell and Ms. Miller?

Wait, why was Ms. Miller wearing Mr. Powell’s coat?

Didn’t Mr. Powell say he was going to drive around after dinner? Why did he call me here now?

Brooklyn squinted his eyes and took a glance at Harper. He then threw his car key to Harper, “Drive.”

Harper then only understood Mr. Powell wanted him to drive.

This was Harper’s first time driving Brooklyn’s sports car. He was so careful as he was afraid to cause scratches on the car. He couldn’t pay the repairing fee.

Diana fell asleep in Brooklyn’s coat after entering the car.

The moonlight shined through the car window. Diana’s eyes opened a little, then closed immediately, and she fell back asleep.

Brooklyn took a glance at Diana.

Trying to be flirtatious yet so easily drunk?

A woman like her couldn’t even recognize danger.

“Mr. Powell, what’s wrong with Ms. Miller?”

Harper was bored in the car, so he tried to make conversation.

Brooklyn wasn’t in a bad mood today. He answered softly, “She was drunk.”

“What? Drunk?” Harper was surprised. As the director’s assistant, one mustn’t get drunk so easily, especially the female assistant.

How an assistant drink on behalf of her boss if she can’t drink at all?

Harper continued asking, “Did she drink white wine? Then she can drink. Mr. Powell, you should bring her along when you have to socialize. She could help you out with a few drinks.”

Brooklyn sneered, “She only had a few red wines.”

Harper felt speechless. He wanted to take back his word.

Brooklyn’s voice rose again after a few minutes of silence.

“How’s the investigation going?”

Harper was alerted, “Mr. Powell, the person behind Anna… might be as powerful as our company. Information about her past was erased perfectly. All we know now was that she appeared overseas six years ago.”

Six years ago? Brooklyn frowned.

Brooklyn stared at Diana, then shook his head. All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

She can’t be that woman from six years ago.

…

The red sports car stopped in front of Diana’s serviced apartment.

Brooklyn tidied his tie and said softly, “Anna, you’re home.”

Harper had already got out of the car right after the car stopped.

Harper knew he was going the be the third wheel if he stayed in the car any longer.

Diana rubbed her eyes, “Where are we?”

Brooklyn was a bad-tempered person, but he restrained himself not to kick Diana out of the car.

“Your home. Why? Do you want me to carry you out of the car?”

Diana shivered as she heard Brooklyn’s cold tone.

Diana instantly got sober.

She looked around and found herself in a luxury car.

Brooklyn was looking sulky, and he stared at her as if he will throw her out of the car any minute.

Diana remained silent for a few seconds the complained, “Mr. Powell, I’ve helped you out in sealing the collaboration with Mrs Hill. Do you need to kick me out so soon?”

Diana felt nauseous right after she finished her words.

Diana tried to hold it back, but she couldn’t.

She pushed open the car door and started to vomit beside the car.

While vomiting, Diana kept wondering why she couldn’t drink much even though she stayed overseas for so long.

Brooklyn’s lips twitched. He disgustedly asked Harper to pass Diana some tissue papers after Diana has done vomiting.

After cleaning herself up, Diana walked to the vending machine nearby to buy a bottle of mineral water. Then, she opened the bottle and rinsed her mouth with the water.

“Mr. Powell, you asked me why I didn’t accept Mr. and Mrs. Hill’s offer, right?”

Diana’s face was still flushing red under the moonlight, but she already looked soberer than before.

Diana stared at Brooklyn in a serious look, then smiled.

“I have to admit that their offer was attractive. However, for a perfumer, the biggest thing we look forward to is the freedom to create more perfume as we wished. Mr. Powell, you gave me the biggest freedom to create my perfume. That’s why I would love to stay in the Powell Group. Of course, I do have something that I have to do in Sliwell City. You can investigate what I’m up to as well if you are interested.”