Mr. Powell Is Hunting for His Wife

Chapter 57: Face-to-face Battle with Someone Well-Matched in a Contest

If Brooklyn had no interest in her, probably he would have kicked her out when she just finished half her words.

Since he hadn’t, it meant that he was kind of interested in her.

Although she didn’t know how deep his interest was in her, Diana still got a trump card in hand.

Brooklyn looked arctic cold, his ink-black eyes expressionless.

He gazed at the woman who was talking to him with a smile, trying to see through her.

They were like players well matched in a contest, keeping using schemes on each other. Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

He had never met such a woman who could silence him and marvel at his plot.

Diana faintly smiled. There was a trace of tiredness in her voice, and obviously, she didn’t sleep well last night.

However, her eyes were still as bright as usual as if she could see others’ true colors.

“Mr. Powell, I can’t promise you anything, but I can guarantee that as long as I’m still in Powell Group, I will develop the perfume that could bring fame to Powell Group.”

Diana stressed each syllable. She could only rely on her capability to make her perfume become an indispensable product to Powell Group so that Brooklyn would choose her when making the decision.

She was taking a bet, not only on herself but also on a man.

Brooklyn let out a laugh deeply. His handsome face looked like the spring under the melted snow.

His fair tips knocked on the desk gently. “Anna, you do have guts. If I don’t agree, do you know what you will end up to?”

“I know. Without Powell Group’s protection, Ms. Moss wouldn’t need to care about anything. She can do whatever she wants to me.”

“Since you know it, but you still dared to do so,” Brooklyn said with a snort.

Diana knew it very well. Although she was speaking with a smile just now, sweat oozed on her back, soaking her blouse.

The gamble was way too big.

Once she took the wrong step, she wouldn’t go to the wrong road definitely.

Diana pressed her lips and didn’t answer.

“You are still the manager of the perfume department. You can work in my office, continuing to take charge of my schedule. As for the perfume contest in Sliwell City...” Brooklyn paused a bit, his gaze focusing on Diana for a second.

Her eyes were slightly twinkling. She looked at him expectantly.

Brooklyn was silent for a second and then continued indifferently, “If you don’t want to participate in it, I’ll send another perfumer there.”

Diana immediately smiled so brightly. “Mr. Powell, it’s so nice of you!”

However, the next second, Brooklyn’s words turned her down.

“You don’t need to attend the contest, but you need to write a fragrance test report of each perfume in the contest and submit them to me.”

Diana was silent for a moment and asked, “Mr. Powell, did Ms. Carter need to do so as well?”

Brooklyn looked down and didn’t want to look at her anymore. However, his hand holding the pen paused. “I only request you to do so. Or, do you think there’s no punishment for you to skip the contest?”

Diana stuck her tongue. It would be much better to write the fragrant test reports than fighting against the Moss family openly right now. Hence, she agreed immediately.

Meanwhile.

In Brooklyn’s villa, a servant handed the express mail from Diana to Mirabelle.

This morning, when she received the email from Anna, she looked a bit confused, but she returned to her vicious mind soon.

No matter what Anna said was true or not, Mirabelle would want to leg to of her for the time being as long as the perfume Anna sent her could let her remain the chief perfumer in Sliwell City.

She wanted Brooklyn.

She wanted fame as well.

Mirabelle unpacked the perfume from Anna. After she took a smell, her expression became complicated.

This perfume was tens of thousands of times better than any perfume that she had smelt before.

She wondered how much perfume like this Anna had.

Mirabelle looked quite annoyed. Anna was so talented that Mirabelle didn’t think she could compare to her,

Fortunately, Anna wasn’t planning to attend the contest of Sliwell City. Otherwise, if Anna presented this bottle of perfume, Mirabelle didn’t think she could still remain the chief perfume in town.

“Ms. Moss, is there anything wrong with this perfume?” the maid asked, seeing Mirabelle look annoyed.

Mirabelle shook her head and lowered her head. She answered gently, “Nothing wrong with it.”

After she finished speaking, Mirabelle put down the perfume bottle on the dresser gently. “Have you asked who would attend the perfume contest this time?”

The maid answered, “Same as those attendees in the past, but Ashley won’t participate this year.”

“Do you know whom Brooklyn’s company would send to attend it?” Mirabelle asked in a gentle tone while rubbing the perfume bottle.

She wanted to ensure if Anna had truly given up on the perfume contest as she mentioned in the email.

The maid shook her head. “I don’t know it, and neither the media has reported it. But some rumors said that Ashley’s student would probably attend it. She’s the deputy manager of the perfume department.”

Mirabelle thought for a while, feeling relieved.

It seemed that she would eventually remain to be the chief perfumer this year.

Thinking of it, Mirabelle was delighted. After informing Mrs. Moss, she sent a servant to buy the dress that she was going to wear on the contest day.

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The perfume contest held in Sliwell City was quite famous domestically.

The winner of the contest each year would be titled the chief perfumer in the city.

Mirabelle had won this title for several years.

Although someone used to suspect that Mirabelle’s blending skill was just ordinary and the sales of her blended perfume were quite poor, he or she would receive the court summons. Hence, as time went by, nobody dared to suspect her blending skill.

Austin was holding his laptop and stared at the attendee list of the contest with his cold and crystal eyes. He asked, “Mommy, won’t you participate in the contest this year?”

Diana shook her head. “Nope. I’m not interested in that kind of contest at all.”

“Mommy, you are lying!” Emily exposed her mercilessly. “You used to compete with those perfumers every day. You were quite unhappy when being defeated. You always wanted to win!”

What Emily said was true -- when Diana had just become a perfumer, she was quite proud. She always competed with the foreign perfumers in blending.

Once she was defeated, she would go home and study hard. Then she would make another appointment to compete with them.

If it weren’t that Brooklyn suddenly set her up with his scheme, Diana would be eager to join the perfume contest and fiercely slap Mirabelle in her face, letting her know who the real chief perfumer in Sliwell City was.

“It’s quite complicated. I can’t explain to you right now.” Diana patiently rubbed the little girl’s soft hair and pinched her smooth cheek.

She enjoyed the touch a lot. Holding the baby girl in her arms, she kissed Emily.

“I’ll be busy with another perfume recently, so I don’t have any energy to join the perfume contest.”

She hadn’t successfully developed the perfume that could ease Brooklyn’s insomnia.

Besides, she hadn’t started the perfume that she had promised Mr. and Mrs. Hill. She had owed a lot of debts, so she couldn’t have any energy to participate in another contest.

After she had become the indispensable employee to Powell Group, she must return to the stage where she belonged.