Mr. Powell Is Hunting for His Wife
Chapter 1: I’ll Let You Die Knowing Why

In a presidential suite of the largest international hotel in Sliwell City..

Sunlight was shining on the huge bed through the curtain.

There was a vague appearance of a beautiful figure. The red mark near her collarbone was exceptionally conspicuous on her pale skin.

Diana Moss rubbed her eyes with a tiresome look and slightly moved her body. She realized every part of her body was aching terribly, especially her lower body part. The pain was inexplicable. She frowned with a pale face.

What is this place?

After exhaling, she realized that was not her room.

What had happened last night?

She shook her head and realized her memory became very blur.

She instantly turned her head and her eyes fell onto the man beside her.

This man...

Their clothes were still scattered on the floor and the fox mask she had been wearing was dropped at the side too.

She could only pick some clothes that were considered complete from the pile of torn clothes and put them on her.

Before she could understand what had happened, a series of door knocking sound was suddenly heard.

She instinctively picked the mask on the floor up and wore it.

The room door was then pushed open with great force and a bunch of people rushed in.

Flashlights were everywhere around them while they were still on the bed, and the one leading was the journalist of the biggest entertainment newspaper company.

"Miss Moss, is it a coincidence that you show up here? Or is there any problem with the Moss's that requires you to reach an unspeakable agreement with a rich businessman?" Diana's mind blew and she could finally recall.

It was Mirabelle Moss who brought her to the masquerade ball last night. It was also her who prepared the mask.

She was baffled that time because her younger sister had been forbidding her to go outside back then.

Why did she suddenly allow her to join a masquerade ball this time?

And the champagne yesterday...

Diana's pupil shrunk and she immediately realized it was a conspiracy.

"I didn't!"

The journalist let out a cunning smile and did not try to conceal the disgust in his eyes at all.

"Stop hiding, Miss Moss. Take that mask down. You're the mistress of the Moss's family, let us see how dazzling your looks is!" Diana felt her head throbbing and her expression changed when she heard the journalist's words. "What are you trying to do?" She thought it must be her younger sister who set everything up, or else it would not be such a coincidence.

If they had taken a picture of her face under the mask, she would be ruined.

She would never have thought that her younger sister who used to behave obediently in front of her would be that evil.

Meanwhile, the journalists were going to take off the blanket that was covering the man. They wanted to see who on earth was having sex with her. Fear was all over Diana's face. She pushed the people away in her blanket and escaped out of the room.

The crowd quickly followed.

But as Diana just reached the corner, the back of her neck was given a slap.

Seeing her who had fainted on the floor, the man rumbled, "Miss, what should we do to her?"

The person snorted. "She's of no more use to me. That guy was drugged, but he's actually saved by her. Finish her, I don't want to see her face anymore!" "Yes, miss."

Seeing Diana who was being put into the gunny bag, she let out a smile. "Full of talent? So what? You're just a demeaned illegitimate daughter!" After finished, she started to take off her clothes and covered herself with the white blanket, walking towards the place Diana ran away just now. She coincidentally encountered the bunch of journalists who were carrying their cameras when she went out.

Her face was rosy and red. The journalists all startled and clearly did not expect her to be the other mistress of the Moss's family, Mirabelle Moss. Shouldn't the woman be the other lady?

"Are you done taking pictures?"

After finished, Mirabelle pushed them away and returned to the room.

She lied on the bed and touched the man's face who had chiseled facial features with a slightly misty look. "You'll be mine from today onwards!" The man on the bed seemed to feel her touch and he slightly frowned. "Don't go...Foxy!"

"I won't."

Three days later, the news which Brooklyn Powell successfully found his life savior was spread all over Sliwell.

And rumor even said they would get married not long after that.

Everyone was envious about that at once.☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐