Her Second Marriage, Being Mr. Moore's New Wife novel Chapter 308

"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."

"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?”