SWNOVELS Chapter 55 Drinking Harms
"If you don't trust me, I'll write you an IOU. I'll pay you back after I leave!" He was staring at her. Charlotte could tell the distrust in his eyes, so she couldn't wait to step forward. "Stop!"
Charlotte stopped upon hearing the order. She looked at him, without knowing what to do.
"Step back."
Charlotte didn't know what was happening, but she still turned around slowly because it was Kennedy who was speaking.
And then?
"Get out." Kennedy ordered sternly.
"What's happening? I thought we still have a problem to be solved." Charlotte said to herself. However, she realized that they were in the company and Kennedy was the boss, so she had no choice but to leave the office.
Back to her own workplace, Charlotte suddenly remembered that Gerald had been assaulted in the cafe on the other day. Kennedy proclaimed he would make Gerald a cripple someday. Charlotte was thinking if Kennedy really meant it.
She hoped not.
She opened her laptop and was ready to work hard, but she was sleepy in less than two minutes.
No way! Charlotte supported her head with both hands. She was an assistant, and she had to work. She braced herself up and read the files for quite a while. Finally, her sleepy head fell on the hard surface of the table with a loud noise.
Boom!
Charlotte was awakened, hands on her swollen forehead.
"Ouch!"
She had no more patience for the files. The only thing she wanted was to stand up and have some coffee.
When she was back with a cup of coffee in her hand, she found a familiar figure coming out of the elevator.
"Charlotte."
It's Kennedy's big brother, Manfred.
"Hello, Mr. Manfred."
Charlotte greeted him in a hurry. She knew clearly who she was, so she called him Mr.
Manfred walked to her. He was wearing a white shirt, looking warm and modest.
"Just call me Manfred. We're family. Is Kennedy here?"
Charlotte nodded. "He's in the office."
"OK."
fred, just like everyone else in the company.
Manfred glanced at Charlotte before he left. Then he chuckled and whispered, "Next time, you should drink less. It's bad for your health."
Charlotte seemed surprised when she heard it. She asked, "What do you mean, Mr. Manfred?"
She wondered why he knew she drank too much, or did she still have the smell with her?
"I happened to meet you and Kennedy when you were back last night."
Manfred suddenly raised his hand and rubbed her head, and said, "You shouldn't have drunk that much, it's bad for your stomach and your skin."
Then he left for Kennedy. Charlotte stood still for a long time before she reached out and touch the bottom of her hair.
She was so shocked that Manfred just rubbed her head.
To be frank, Manfred was a really nice gentleman. He always wore a tender expression and spoke softly. In addition, he was also quite a handsome looking man... Charlotte patted herself on the head.
What was she thinking?
"Why would I care about him?" She thought to herself.
She woke up and took a seat as soon as she realized how inappropriate that was.
Manfred stayed in Kennedy's office for quite a while. Charlotte wondered what they were talking about. She had a hunch that something bad was going to happen.
Ten minutes later, the elevator door opened again, and several people came out. As soon as Charlotte could tell who they were, she understood where her bad hunch came from.
The visitor was no one but Mr. Reynold Moore. He asked Charlotte to go and find Gerald.
An old man followed Mr. Reynold Moore, trying to pull the angry old man back.
An idea crossed Charlotte's mind when she saw the scene. She turned around and walked into the office without knocking the door. That seemed a little bit rude, but at least she drew the attention of the two men as fast as she could.
Both of the two turned to look at her immediately.
"Charlotte? What are you...?"
"Mr. Reynold is here!"
Charlotte said and kept her eyes on Kennedy. She was biting her lower lip.
Kennedy remained calm, while Manfred frowned and sighed. "I didn't expect he would come to us so quickly. Kennedy, I don't mean to judge you. Why don't you go downstairs and meet him? That way he won't have to..."
Bang!
Before he could finish his sentence, the door was pushed open. Mr. Reynold strode in, followed by two old men.
"You ungrateful brat, making me walk such a long way to get you. Kennedy, don't you know how to behave as a child?"
The old man's questioning was resonant and furious.
Charlotte's face changed, and she quickly stepped aside.
Kennedy's eyes looked cold and empty, his voice pitiless.
"Grandpa, I am the child of my father, not you," He said, and his lips crooked, giving Mr. Reynold a wicked smile.
Obviously, he was trying to provoke Mr. Reynold.
"You are..."
Mr. Reynold's eyes were widely opened, filled with anger. He scolded, "Is that your way to speak with your grandfather?"
"So what?"
Kennedy laughed and continued, "Have you finished yet? Can you please excuse us?"
"The old man deserves your respect, Kennedy! Don't act like that!"
"You're in no position to judge me! Who do you think you are to come to my office and lecture me? Get back to your own workplace and mind your own business!"
"You are..." Manfred was choked by his words, but he continued, "We're your seniors in the family! I don't care how you treat me, but you should at least be more polite to Grandpa!"
"Polite? "Kennedy sneered and said, "They didn't raise me up to be a polite person."
Mr. Reynold stomped. "Are you still blaming me for this?"
Kennedy didn't reply. Charlotte skimmed their faces. She seemed to have captured some important information from Kennedy's words.
Why would he say that? What did that mean?
Was it..."
Charlotte's thought was interrupted by Mr. Reynold's snort. He paced around and sat on the sofa. "I don't blame you for that because nobody taught you how to be polite, but you should at least try to behave yourself. What on earth happened between you and the Carter Group?"
Kennedy didn't say a word.
Charlotte quietly glanced at Kennedy. The man lowered his eyes, and his eyes were dark, as deep as ocean, with emotions stirring.
"The cooperation with the Carter Group was my idea, why did you change it without my consent? Though I didn't care about the change, why did you beat him? Do you have any idea how much trouble this will cause us?"
"Grandpa," Kennedy suddenly called Mr. Reynold, and sounded earnest.
Mr. Reynold was slightly surprised. He didn't give any response because he was expecting what came from Kennedy next.
Kennedy raised his eyes and smiled wickedly. "I'm the president of the Moore Group... Whether to cooperate with the Carter Group or not, the decision is on me."
"You need to convince me first if you want me to listen to your advice. What is the reason for not cooperating with the Carter Group? Convince me or I'll fire you!" "Oops," Kennedy snorted. "Try me, if you dare."
"You are..." Mr. Reynold was so furious that he stood up immediately, pointing at Kennedy with trembling fingers and scolded, "How dare you speak to me like that!" Charlotte panicked upon hearing that. She was the one who pulled the trigger of the incident, but Kennedy hadn't mentioned a word about that.☐☐☐☐