Her Second Marriage, Being Mr. Moore's New Wife novel Chapter 37

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.

It was impossible not to go. Charlotte could only nod and went to the study reluctantly.

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.

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?”