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

Chapter 56 Overestimating Herself

No!

For the second time, she dragged Kennedy into this. She felt so guilty and decided not to let Kennedy

bear the consequence for her.

Thinking of that, Charlotte stepped forward to Mr. Reynold without hesitation. Then she explained, "Mr.

Reynold, it's not Mr. Kennedy's fault. I'm the one to be blamed."

"I beg your pardon?" Mr. Reynold squinted and looked at Charlotte. His tone sounded threatening.

"What do you have to do with this?"

"It was me..." Kennedy interrupted the conversation.

"I kept her from getting Gerald. We would never cooperate with the Carters. If you have any questions,

we'll see how the board of directors will decide." Kennedy sounded colder than ever.

Charlotte stood there in astonishment, and looked back at Kennedy in disbelief.

She wondered what the man was thinking.

Why would he stop her from telling Mr. Reynold the truth? Why would he cover for her?

"Mr. Kennedy?" She called his name in a low voice.

"Get out of my way," Kennedy opened his eyes widely and seemed fierce. "Who do you think you are to

interrupt our conversation?"

Charlotte bit her lips, her face turning pale, and retreated to the side, her hands clasped tightly

together. She was biting her lips so hard that it almost bled. Manfred's heart ached when he saw her.

Mr. Reynold was so mad hearing that. Kennedy knew he wouldn't summon a board meeting. The

whole board of chairs was on Kennedy's side, and it was not a great time for him...

However, Mr. Reynold wouldn't give in under this circumstance, either.

"Kennedy, do you really think there's nothing I can do with you?"

Kennedy raised his head and looked at Mr. Reynold indifferently. He looked into the old man's eyes and

said, "You're already in the company... Grandpa. You can call a board meeting any time you want... as

long as they support you."

He smiled after he said that.

The smile was ruthless, confident, and calm.

Obviously, he had a trump card in his sleeve.

Although he was on the wheelchair at this moment, his behaviors were always out of everyone's

expectation, which would always be proven right by what happened afterwards.

All the old men in the board knew that they underestimated Kennedy from the moment he entered the

company.

However, Kennedy impressed the board of directors with excellent performance and great

achievements. They realized that it was Kennedy's legs that had been injured, not his brain.

"The Carters were not push-overs. Mr. Kennedy, your people assaulted Gerald, you'd better find a nice

excuse."

The other two old men were worried that the situation would get more people involved, so they were

trying to mediate the dispute.

"Yeah, we understand that you don't want to cooperate, but why do you have to hurt him?" One of them

asked.

"Keeping him alive is already mercy." Kennedy sounded cruel.

Everybody else's face changed upon hearing those ruthless words. Mr. Reynold’s reaction was the

most intense, and he shouted, "You ungrateful brat! Is that how your father raised you?"

"Grandpa!" Seeing the situation getting serious, Manfred held his Grandpa's hand and tried to ease his

anger. "Don't get so mad. Kennedy must have a reason for not cooperating with the Carters. He always

has a unique vision, and he is one of the Moores. He would never do anything against us. Please rest

assured."

"Really? I wouldn't say that." Kennedy replied, eyes as cold as ice.

Kennedy's words gave Charlotte a headache. She knew he was provoking Mr. Reynold on purpose.

Every sentence he said was targeted. It was no surprise that Mr. Reynold would be so furious.

"Manfred, listen to him! How could he say that! It's outrageous!" Mr. Reynold was almost roaring.

"Grandpa, just go back. I'll ask my driver to take you home." Manfred didn't say anything. He walked

Mr. Reynold out of the door, followed by two old men.

The office became quiet again.

Charlotte stood still. Her face was still pale and there were biting marks on her lower lip.

"Get out!" Kennedy suddenly yelled at her.

Charlotte was still standing there as if she did hear him.

"Don't make me repeat my words," Kennedy warned her.

Charlotte blinked and turned to Kennedy. Then she asked, "Why did you help me out?"

Kennedy raised his eyebrows upon hearing that.

"Obviously, I'm the one to be blamed, right? Why didn't you let me confess to Mr. Reynold? It was my

fault!"

"Puff," Kennedy sneered. "Do you really think you mattered that much?"

"What?" Charlotte didn’t understand what he said. She was so confused, what was going on with him?

"I don't want to repeat it again. Just get out of my sight," Kennedy ordered.

Charlotte didn't want to leave. On the contrary, she stepped forward, clenching her fists.

"Kennedy, what is in your mind? I thought you hated me! So why are you always helping me? I could've

explained everything to Mr. Reynold and you didn't even have to fight with each other. It was my fault."

When Gerald harassed her for the first time, Kennedy turned down the Carters' proposal for

cooperation.

For the second time, Kennedy crippled Gerald.

Anyhow, Charlotte was involved in the incidents.

Kennedy mentioned none of these, and plus, he interrupted her when she was trying to confess!

"You really have a good opinion of yourself, don't you? I have the final say about who to cooperate

with. I don't need a woman to stand up for me. That's between me and the old man, and it's not for an

outsider to interfere. Do you understand?"

Charlotte hesitated for a moment.

"I don't want this to get ugly. Do you really think I did that for you? Whatever gross thoughts are in your Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

mind right now, you need to get rid of them and get out of my sight."

Charlotte's face was pale upon hearing his words.

She didn't expect his words to be so rude.

Her hands were clenched, and her body was trembling slightly. She bit her lips again and answered, "I

understand..."

Then she lowered her head. The emotions in her eyes were covered by her long eyelashes.

"Sorry, I am thinking too much. It won't happen again... I'll go out first if there's nothing I can do for you,"

Charlotte muttered.

Kennedy didn't say a word, and his face was as cold as ice. Obviously, he was telling her to get out of

the office.

Charlotte turned around and walked away. She raised her head high and trudged step by step.

She didn't know Kennedy was watching her from behind, with complicated thoughts in his eyes.

What was wrong with this woman? She always thought she could speculate on his thoughts and

feelings. Did she really think she was his wife?

What a reckless and stupid woman.

However, seeing her drooping eyelids and depressed faces, Kennedy actually felt his own heart

thumped and aching.

It was probably an illusion.

As a vain woman, she liked to fancy herself, and was thinking nothing but how to seduce him.