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Mr. Powell Is Hunting for His Wife novel Chapter 38

The Powell Villa was located in the old wealthy area of Sliwell City.

It was old because there were many ancient buildings around. The villa around was sold at a sky-high price, CEO of small corporations or celebrities were not even qualified to get a unit here.

Powell Villa was a villa with over a hundred years of history.

The setting was vintage, even the plants in the garden were like antics!

Diana had seen many villas or manors overseas, but there were not much that could be compared to the Powell Villa.

She was amazed for a moment but managed to remain calm and walked straight into the house.

The interior design was grand and modern, it was the complete opposite with the nostalgic garden.

A maid came to receive them with a gentle voice, “Ms. Miller, Madame is waiting for you at the hall.”

They arrived at the living hall after passing through a few hallways.

There was a western-style chandelier in the modern designed living hall.

Madame Powell wore an exquisite handmade cheongsam with Su embroidery. She leaned on the sofa and raised her eyes when she saw Diana approaching.

She scanned Diana bottom top and top-bottom from her face to her feet and back to her face.

Her sights fell onto her lips eventually, sighed and mocked inwardly. No wonder why she could enter her son’s office, she was prettier than Mirabelle, and it was such as shame that she was nothing but a gold digger.

The Powell family didn’t need a beautiful vase, but a woman with a gentle and generous heart plus a strong and wealthy family background.

Obviously, Anna Miller who stood in front of her did not qualify.

A few minutes later, Madame Powell picked up her antique ceramic cup and sipped her black tea. “So, you are Anna? You look ordinary. There are tons of celebrities with a similar look that become mistress to old man, aren’t they?”

Madame Powell smiled coldly and continued, “Pardon me, I don’t watch many gossips. Only recently I’ve seen a few where it was all about young celebrities becoming mistress to old men. You look similar to them.”

The maid at the side smiled sarcastically hearing Madame Powell’s words.

Diana smiled calmly, walked towards the couch to sit down.

But Madame Powell stopped her, “Who permitted you to sit? Where is your manner? The low born usually behaves this way, with no manners and wanted to sit without permission. How did your parents educate you?”

Diana was not a cool temperament person, she would pay back triple or even more for any humiliation she received.

Even though she didn’t put on red lipstick today, but she looked strong as usual.

She smiled and clapped her hands lightly hearing Madame Powell.

The next second, she looked at Madame Powell sarcastically and uttered, “Madame Powell, you are such an antique. It’s a modern world now, yet you are still tied to the old customs? Do you need your future daughter in law to kneel just to fulfill your selfish desire?”

No one dared to speak to Madame Powell this way.

People always treated her with respect, and her hands trembled to hear what Diana said.

Diana kept a smiley face and sat elegantly opposite Madame Powell.

She put her purse on the couch.

Although it was not a huge brand, but Madame Powell could easily notice that Diana’s bag was a handmade product of a well-known artist in Europe.

“And please pardon me, I worked for Mr. Powell, not Madame Powell, I don’t need to bow or kneel to Mr. Powell at the office, not to mention you. While the reason why I am here today… Is simply because you are Mr. Powell’s mother, I have to respect Mr. Powell at least for a little bit.”

Diana said calmly and slowly.

Wanted to humiliate her?

No way!

“Whilst about being a mistress, Madame Powell, please take a good look at my face. Honestly speaking, I’m not flattering myself, with a face like mine, I don’t need to be a mistress but keep a toyboy instead.”

Madame Powell was speechless.

She had never seen such a shameless woman!

“Anna, you have no shame! Let me tell you, I’m Brooklyn’s mother, as long as I object, he will never marry you, wake up from your dream, you can never step foot into the Powell family!”

This woman was nothing compared to Mirabelle!

No manners, and not humble!

Diana almost burst out in laughter hearing Madame Powell.

“Madame Powell, who told you I intend to marry into Powell family? I chose Powell Group because Mr. Powell was able to provide me with a good creative environment, that’s the only reason. Of course, things will be different if I fall for Mr. Powell. No one could stop me from getting someone I like. Furthermore, if I really do like Mr. Powell, he will be the one I marry, not you, your approval is not my business.”

“You…”

The housekeeper immediately stepped up to calm Madame Powell, “Madame, don’t mind her, Young Master will not be interested in such a low born girl.”

Diana raised her lips, “That might not be true. Although I’m low born but was seen as an imaginary enemy by the great Madame Powell and some others, so I’m not that worthless, am I?”

Diana then stood up and looked at Madame Powell with her gorgeous eyes that made women anxious.

“Madame Powell, I’m not interested in Mr. Powell at all for now. But you have to remember one thing, my children are my bottom line. If you crossed it, I will not hesitate to steal Mr. Powell’s heart with myself. I guess you have a better understanding than me on how a man could change when he falls in love.”

“How dare you threatened me?” Madame Powell opened her eyes wide in disbelieve.

“No, I never threatened anyone, I simply told you what I will do.”

Diana repeated Madame Powell’s own words to herself.

An elegant and proud face stiffened and turned sour.

She bit hard on her lips and yelled, “Send her out!”

Diana left the Powell Villa wearing her heels.

Madame Powell’s weakness was that she needed a daughter in law from a wealthy family.

While Diana’s soft point was Austin and Emily.

Madame Powell could threaten her with anything but her children!

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