Her Second Marriage, Being Mr. Moore's New Wife

Chapter 308 Kennedy is My Husband

"Sure, we will let her in. Miss, I am sorry, we do not know you, otherwise we will have let you in. this

way, please."

Charlotte stood in situ, looking at the back of Manfred anxiously.

Manfred turned around to look at her with a smile.

"Why don't you go in? The party will be over if you just stand there?"

"You..." Charlotte was still worried about him.

"I will leave after you go in."

"Ok...... keep your word!" Charlotte bit teeth and then stepped forward. When she reached the door,

she looked back at Manfred.

Manfred looked at her with a faint smile. Seeing that she looked back, he said, “Go, don't look back."

Charlotte was said, but still turned her head and walked in.

Manfred stared at her back until she disappeared in his sight. He coughed and then fell forward.

Seeing that, the people hurriedly went up to hold him, “Mr. Manfred, are you ok? Good heavens, how

did you get hurt like this?"

"I am fine." Manfred coughed, stretched out his hand to break free from those people gently.

He did not enjoy close contact with these people.

"You look badly hurt. Let me send you to the hospital."

"No need." Manfred gently shook his head. Thinking that Charlotte might encounter some difficulties,

he would stay there and he would not feel at ease if Charlotte did not leave with Kennedy.

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Charlotte entered the hall and found that there were so many people, and she had to go down the long

stairs. Her skirt was long, so she had to carry her skirt while looking at the stairs and slowly walking

down.

But the scene was crowded, coupled with the many tables. Charlotte could not find Kennedy.

Where would she find him?

Charlotte suddenly thought of an idea.

According to his position in the city, he would have been the center of attention at the party tonight, and

she had only to go where the crowd was most active.

At this thought, Charlotte was happy and almost cried out. She looked around and walked toward the

most crowded place.

She was messy. Seeing that, the crowd avoided her with disgust and stared at her strangely.

"Who is this? What happened to her? How did she get in here?"

"I haven't met her before. She looked pretty though."

"Go and have a look."

As Charlotte was to go forward, but was suddenly blocked by two men. The two men were holding a

cocktail in their hands, smiling ruffianly, “Beauty, do have the honor to invite you to dance?"

"Sorry, I'm looking for someone." Charlotte nodded to them and walked past them. But they were

haunting, "Who are you looking for? We can help you."

"Yeah, if you don't have time to dance, it doesn't matter. Can we have your WeChat ID? Let’s make

friends."

Charlotte, “...Sorry, I'm really in a hurry."

One of the men had already taken out the phone, “I know, I know, come on, input your WeChat ID, then

you can go."

"No." Charlotte stared at him coldly, “Sir, please don't force me."

Hearing that, the man's face suddenly turned sour.

"What are you talking about? Everyone's here to party. Who's worse than you? And what's wrong with

making friends?"

"There's nothing wrong with it, but I've already said I'm in a hurry, and I'm looking for someone, haven't

I? Can you move?"

"Who are you looking for? Are you telling a truth or is it just an excuse?"

"Kennedy Moore!”

The next second, Charlotte directly said a name.

At first the two men were stunned and then said, "What did you say? Looking for who?"

"My husband Kennedy Moore, do you know him? If you do, can you take me to him?" Charlotte looked

at them. She knew that if she did not say that, the two men would not let her leave.

She didn't have much time to talk with them.

"You just said Kennedy Moore is your husband? Are you serious?"

Although they did not believe it, it was obvious that their expression changed. People said Kennedy

was a cripple, but in business no one could defeat him.

Gerald was good in business, but he was ruined by Kennedy for he had offended Kennedy.

And the Carter Group disappeared overnight.

So there was a saying in their circle, that was, to provoke Kennedy was equivalent to pluck hair on the

head of a tiger. No one dared do that. Maybe they would lose their future! Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

"If you want to know if it's a joke, come with me."

With that, Charlotte walked forward passing them. The two men dared to follow up, the felt no one

dared made such a joke, after all, it was about Kennedy’s marriage, which woman dared to talk

nonsense? And this woman was imposing and it seemed real.

"Could it be that she was the daughter of the Wilson family?"

"Well, it is just family marriage. Besides, that cripple's marrying a wife is a joke. What can he do? Oh,

it's a pity, she's so good-looking..."

"Tut-tsk, he is a cripple, but his wife is pretty."

After walking for a short distance, Charlotte looked back and saw that they had not followed.

Fortunately, she had threatened them.

She breathed a sigh of relief and quickly went forward, finally making her way to the front. Charlotte

finally saw a familiar figure.

It was Nathan!!

"Nathan!

Charlotte directly shouted at him.

Standing on the stage, Nathan froze for a moment and seemed to hear someone calling him, and the

voice sounded quite familiar, so he looked along the source of the sound.

And it frightened Nathan.

His face changed, but when he realized he was still on the stage, he immediately calmed down, got

down from the side and walked around to Charlotte and took her away.

Charlotte was pulled by him to go out, while looking for Kennedy.

"Where is Kennedy?”