Second Marriage

Chapter 37 What the Man Left

Okay, well, she was mawkish.

Charlotte pressed her lips. “I'll go out first.”

Kennedy kept silent, so Charlotte turned out of the office after standing there for a while.

When she came out, she found herself ridiculous.

How could she be so stupid to think Kennedy did it for her? It was impossible. He had been disgusted

with her, how could he do something harmful to his own interests?

Charlotte, you were overestimated yourself.

After work, Charlotte returned to the Moore family and was notified by the servant to go to the study.

Thinking of what had happened last time, Charlotte clutched her clothes.

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Compared with the pressure she had felt before, the pressure inside the study felt like a mountain on

her shoulders.

“Mr. Reynold.” Charlotte bit her lower lip.

Mr. Reynold sat in front of the desk. Looking at the thin Charlotte with his sharp eyes, he narrowed his

eyes. “Did Kennedy cancel the cooperation with the Carter Group?”

Sure enough!!!!!

When the servant told her that Mr. Reynold wanted to see her, she had known his purpose.

She was right. Mr. Reynold did not go to the company, but he knew this matter, so he had arranged

someone in the company.

Lies did not work, so Charlotte nodded.

“Well, I have just found out.”

Mr. Reynold swept the books on the table to the ground out of anger. The huge sound made Charlotte

scared. She could not help but step back.

“How dare he! How could he cancel the cooperation with a big company like the Carter Group?”

The anger made Charlotte realize the importance of this project.

“Christina!”

Charlotte stood straight suddenly. She almost forgot that she married into the family for her sister.

“Yes?”

“The cooperation with the Carter Group can’t be cancelled. Go find Gerald Carter and find out the

reason!”

What? Charlotte's face changed a little, but she did not dare to disagree.

After coming out of the study, Charlotte was gloomy. They had found Gerald before. Even if she came

to him, the Carter would not agree to cooperate with the Moore family. Even if the Carter agreed,

Kennedy might not agree.

So should she tell Kennedy about it?

But if she did, Kennedy would know his grandfather kept eyes on him.

For a disabled man, if he knew his families were on guard against him, he would feel hurt.

It was difficult.

Charlotte felt like she was in the middle of a storm in a big family.

When she got back to her room, she closed the door and found a small bed in it. She was so frightened

that she thought she had gone to the wrong room and when she was about to come out, she found that

everything on it was hers.

What was going on?

Charlotte stood in front of her small bed, staring blankly.

Did Kennedy arrange it for her?

Then Kennedy came back. Nathan pushed him in.

Kennedy was expressionless, but when he saw her standing in front of the small bed, he showed an

unnatural look.

“You're back.” Charlotte came to him and pointed to the small bed. “That bed...”

“Yes?” Kennedy raised eyebrow and asked in displeasure.

Charlotte shook her head. “Just...”

“Just what? Do you think I bought you the bed?” Kennedy said coldly.

Nathan standing behind said to Charlotte with a smile, “Ms. Wilson, it is easy to catch cold for girls

often sleep on the ground, so I sent you this small bed. Do you like it?”

Charlotte, “......”

Her eyes became dim.

The truth was Nathan sent it to her.

“Oh?” Kennedy sneered and scolded Nathan, “Do you have my permission to bring her a bed? Nathan,

you are becoming more and more indiscreet.”

Nathan was embarrassed, but he explained, “Ms. Wilson will live here for a long time. Besides, you

have an agreement with Ms. Wilson for half a year. At least you should give her a place to sleep. And,

Ms. Wilson is working in the company now. It would be troublesome if she get sick.”

Kennedy did not speak again.

Charlotte lowered her eyes and asked no more questions.

Nathan wiped cold sweat silently.

He felt speechless since this bed was clearly... forget it!

He had been Kennedy assistant for many years, it was ok for him to take the blame.

“Thank you.” Charlotte said to Nathan.

Kennedy pulled his tie in displeasure.

Nathan pushed Kennedy to the bathroom to take a shower. Charlotte got in the small bed. She no

longer had to sleep on hard ground, and she felt warm in heart.

In fact, the feeling at the Moore family was not so bad.

At the thought of this, Charlotte showed a smile. Then she got up to move her clothes. When she held

one of her clothes in hands, she heard a clear metal sound falling to the ground.

Charlotte looked down doubtfully.

A heavy metal button landed on the ground and shone in the light.

Button?

Obviously it was not hers.

It was a valuable button both in shape and texture and would never have appeared on her dress.

But why did it fall out of her clothes?

Charlotte thought for a moment, took the button her palm and looked at it.

After a while, some familiar images came to her mind.

It was a stormy night more than a month ago. The man pressed her on the car seat. She fought and

screamed, but she failed. At the time she was raped, she grabbed the man's clothes, accidentally

caught his button, and then pulled it down when she was in pain.

But when did this button fall into her pocket? Why didn't she remember anything?

Looking at the golden button, she seemed to think of something.

Would it be easier to find the man with this button?

Charlotte took out her mobile phone and sent a message to Diana.

Diana called her in seconds.

“What? Any progress?”