Mr. Powell Is Hunting for His Wife
Chapter 46: Mirabelle Plays Her Cards Well, but Anna Is Not Inferior to Her

It was a tattoo to have an outfit clash in social occasions.

Although it was just a private party held by Mr. and Mrs. Hill and they didn't even invite the journalists...

An outfit clash was still embarrassing, especially when the one had an outfit clash with Mirabelle was the female companion of her fiancé.

The guests in the evening party all looked towards Mirabelle with gossiping eyes.

Since Brooklyn's men found Mirabelle six years ago, this daughter of the Moss family suddenly became Brooklyn's fiancée and various medias reported that they would hold a wedding soon. Several days ago, a top-class media in Sliwell City predicated that Mirabelle and Brooklyn would have a wedding in this year.

But just like, before Mirabelle came to the party, they saw a stunning beauty beside Brooklyn!

That woman was much more beautiful than Mirabelle.

Her figure was not inferior of that of a model and her oval face was so charming. Just now, she whispered into Brooklyn's ear and they two looked excessively intimate.

There would be a good show if Mirabelle came at this moment.

As a matter of face, Mirabelle didn't know that Dianna was also here today.

She exchanged greetings with the fashioners whom she felt comfortable to talk with while glancing around the venue to look for Brooklyn.

"Ms. Moss, have you figured out the formulation for the new arrival? I'm looking forward to it." The one who talked with Mirabelle now was a vice president of a fashion company. The company had a big cooperation in business with the Moss Group and therefore, he always sucked up to Mirabelle.

Mirabelle curled her lips into a smile, "It's almost tone. The perfume will probably be launched by the end of this month."

Mirabelle glanced around the venue and suddenly clenched the wine glass in her hand.

"I'm quite looking forward to it. Ms. Moss, if you..."

Before he could finish the words, Mirabelle interrupted him scornfully, "Let's talk about this next time. I have to deal with something now."

When Mirabelle saw Brooklyn's tall figure, she put the wine glass on the tray of the waiter aside and then walked towards Brooklyn.

The guests discussed in whispers.

Mirabelle was confused. But when she walked closer and saw the female assistant who was at the same time a perfumer beside Brooklyn, she suddenly realized why the guests would look at her strangely when she just entered the venue.

"Anna!" For the first time, Mirabelle shouted in a social occasion. She rushed towards Dianna in high heels. However, when she raised her hand and prepared to slap Dianna, Dianna grabbed her wrist. Dianna took a glance at the man beside her and heaved a sigh.

She had expected this if her 'dear' sister saw her being together with Brooklyn, she would definitely be ranged.

"Let go of me!" Mirabelle struggled, yet failed to get rid of Dianna's confinement.

Why did she have such a great strength?

Mirabelle was shocked in heart.

She immediately felt aggrieved. Tears welled up in her eyes when she looked towards Brooklyn who was standing aside, "Brooklyn, if you're into the other woman, you can tell me earlier... I'm not an unappreciative woman. If you don't like our engagement, I can tell Madame Powell... Hiss, at least you should let Anna let go of me first. Even my families have never treated me like this since childhood." The guests in the evening party all felt shocked when hearing Mirabelle's words.

Wow, Brooklyn would also have some romantic affairs.

In the past, although Brooklyn would attend social occasions with female celebrities, there would never be any romantic affairs. The paparazzi waited outside of his villa for several days, yet got not news about him.

Anna was so capable that she even managed to let Brooklyn break his rules for her.

Dianna twitched her mouth, feeling quite speechless. She had experience her younger sister's ferocious way of doing things six years ago.

She would kill you with a smile on her face.

During the years abroad, to prevent similar situation in the future, she specially hired a female anti-pervert coach to teach her some self-defense skills.

Maybe it was a bit difficult for her to cope with a man taller than her, but the skills she learned were enough for her to cope with Mirabelle.

"Ms. Moss, I don't dare to let go of you." Dianna heaved a sigh helplessly. When she saw the cloth Mirabelle wore today, she figured out why she suddenly became angry.

Except for Brooklyn, it was also partly because the cloth she wore today.

"If I let go of you now, your slap will land on my face. It doesn't matter even if you slap me. But as Mr. Powell's subordinate, if others learn that Mr. Powell's fiancée slaps his subordinate because the subordinate dampens her mood, I'm afraid that I will be fired."

Dianna sounded sincere. She slightly pressed her lips together and looked towards Brooklyn with grievance, "Mr. Powell, am I right?"

Those onlookers all took a sharp intake of breath.

Mirabelle played her cards well, but Anna was not inferior to her at all.

Mirabelle's face changed from pale to red alternatively.

She bit her lower lip resentfully. Anna was true. If she slapped her now, then her reputation as a lady from a noble family would be ruined.

Madame Powell liked her mainly because she was gentle and generous.

But if she lost this advantage, would Madame Powell help her?

With a meaningful smile on his face, Brooklyn squinted at Dianna and then quickly his gaze. He took a glance at Mirabelle who had resentment written all over her face and moved his thin lips, "Why are you here?"

Mirabelle was stunned.

She then replied with grievance, "Brooklyn, I'm your fiancée, isn't it reasonable for me to come to this party? Why did you invite her to attend Mr. and Mrs. Hill's evening party as your female accompany? She's just your assistant. If others learn about this, there will be many rumors..."

"Stop, stop... Ms. Moss, please don't say this. I come here for the work and I don't plan to snatch your man. I can't make a comment on your relationship with Mr. Powell. But how can you comment me like that? Rumors? What kind of rumors? I have to marry a man in the future. How can you say those words? Have you ever thought that what my future boyfriend will think if he learns about this?"

Dianna rolled her eyes heavenwards at Mirabelle.

Did Mirabelle thought that she was a silly girl?

She wanted to play tricks in front of her, but sorry, she was not the silly girl six years ago.

“Turn around and take a glance. You must know the person who's drinking over there, right? He's my colleague and Mr. Powell's private assistant. We're all Mr. Powell's employees. It's just that I'm a woman while Harper is a man. Otherwise, the person who stands beside Mr. Powell now will be Harper, not me."

Dianna's words made others think that Mirabelle did that because of jealousy.

She was even jealous of Mr. Powell's assistant. This woman was so horrifying.

The onlookers came into a heated discussion.

"No wonder that Mr. Powell only has male assistants before. If I were him, I don't dare to have a capable female assistant either."

"Isn't it said the daughter of the Moss family is gentle and generous. Why do I feel that she's quite different from their comments?" Various discussions swamped into Mirabelle's ears, making her expression more and more hideous.☐☐