Mr. Powell Is Hunting for His Wife

Austin looked like he was annoyed as he was woken up by the doorbell.

He saw the stranger at the door looking at the security camera and frowned like an adult, “Who are you?”

Harper thought that this little boy must be the child of Anna’s relative. He thought that Austin was quite vigilant, just like Anna. Then, he explained, “I’m Ms. Miller’s colleague, the secretary and personal assistant of the president of Powell Group. Ms. Miller is working overtime at the company, and Mr. Powell sent me here to take you to school.”

Daddy’s secretary? Austin stared at Harper who stood outside the door coldly and tried to remember his looks.

“Brother, who is it? It’s so early now…” Emily also heard the doorbell and ran to the door quickly without wearing shoes. She was rubbing her eyes with her little hands as she asked in a vague voice.

“Wait for a moment,” Austin told Harper at the door.

Austin turned around and went back to his room. He opened his laptop and quickly hacked into the internal system of Powell Group. He found out Harper’s worker ID number and memorized it silently.

“Austin, where is mummy?” Emily followed in and she looked a bit puzzled.

Austin calmly examined the data about Harper and said, “Mummy is working late at the company. Daddy asked the man at the door to take us to school. I need to find out if he’s the subordinate of the bad woman.”

“So, is he?” Emily asked nervously.

“No.” Austin glanced through Harper’s biography in one quick glance.

They realized that the man at the door was their daddy’s personal assistant, who had worked with him since their daddy had taken charge of Powell Group and had no connection to Mirabelle.

Austin pulled Emily back to the door, “Let me ask you, what your worker ID number in Powell Group is?”

Harper who stood outside the door was stunned. He wondered if Austin knew his worker ID number.

Although he was puzzled, he still followed his request and said his worker ID number.

Austin checked what he said with the data shown in the system and made sure there was no problem before opening the door.

When Harper saw Austin, he almost fell to his knees.

the mini version of

Mr. Powell had never had an affair with a woman, he would definitely suspect that the boy in

at Harper and greeted him as if he was the young master of the house, “Wait in the living room for a while. Emily and I are

uneasy and changed into slippers before sitting on

the spitting image of

secretary for many years, he would

their breakfast, they said,

Powell! Harper regained his consciousness

…

night last night, she felt that she was unable to open

struggling to open her eyes, the scene she

surprised to see herself

on the soft white bed in the large private room. Brooklyn had untied his tie and she could

Diana gulped gently.

Why would she be in Brooklyn’s private

Diana thought about it, she felt that she had forgotten something

What time

to take Austin

arms. She looked around and could not find her mobile phone. She

she woke up Brooklyn, who was still

and drowsy

me rest

was treating her only as

was restless as she was too busy doing her work and

open the door to her room, she saw Harper who was helping Brooklyn to

has instructed me to send your relative’s children to school in the morning. If you’re

of the two quirky children in the morning, Harper who rarely praised others praised them, “Ms. Miller, I think your relative’s children are quite vigilant. You know how to

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