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

Chapter 24 How Dare You Beat My Woman

It was Charlotte, who, standing next to Kennedy down in the dumps, suddenly raised her head and

bawled.

Her voice precipitated the crowd into surprise.

No one expected that the pitiful and bullied lamb would go wild in defence of Kennedy!

“Who are you to say that about him?”

Since Mr. Reynold Moore talked with her at the study, Charlotte had realized that Kennedy was not

treated sincerely in the family. Then her empathy for Kennedy grew, especially when she was not

asked to have an abortion when she was expecting her child.

Because she was well aware of the sense of inferiority.

Failure to live without a wheelchair was a trauma painful enough for him, let alone when he was

insulted as a good-for-nothing blatantly!

It would hurt Kennedy so much!

“Charlotte, why can’t I say it? I am just warning him out of kindness. Do you have any idea how much

the dress is? You can’t afford it. Do you want that cripple to pay for it?” Milana sighed, showed a

troubled face, and continued, “Actually, for the sake of years of your efforts to take care of my husband,

if you kneel down and beg me right now, I might ask Aldrich to do you a favor.”

Charlotte was shivering with anger.

“Don’t get mad. It’s only 300,000 yuan. My husband is willing to pay only if I ask. After all I’ve been

spoiling by him for years, unlike you, such a poor woman.”

Charlotte bristled with fury as the mistress of her ex-husband, though now his wife, was showing off.

She couldn’t help but raise her hand, about to hit Milana’s face.

“Ah!” Milana, right before slapped, screamed and fell backwards, crying out, “I am so kind to help you,

but you hit me in return. Look at the bitch, Aldrich!”

Aldrich rushed forward to hold her. Milana grabbed his arms, panted but complained, “Honey, she hits

me. So ungrateful she is! Go teach her a lesson!”

Aldrich was a little embarrassed as his wife had obviously not even touched by Charlotte’s hand. If he

followed his wife’s instruction, it would seem ...

“Honey, she hurts my stomach. Do something for me, will you?”

The indecisive man whispered, “Babe, you’ll be good. She didn’t hit you. Why don’t we leave this

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Hearing this, Milana turned weepy and grumbled, “Aldrich Donald, do you regain your passion for her?

Don’t you love me any more? She is bullying me and our baby!”

Aldrich had no choice but to purse his lips and walk over to Charlotte.

Charlotte stood still, fixing her eyes on his as he approached. With guilt in his eyes, Aldrich said to her,

“Charlotte, forgive me.”

Charlotte forced a smile and replied, “So you’re gonna hit me now?”

“I’m really sorry, but I ... must take revenge for my darling!”

As he said, he slowly raised his hand while Charlotte bit her lower lip, then protested with tears in her

eyes, “What did you want from me? I did so much for you for two whole years. That’s how you’re gonna

treat me?”

Although her tears brought to Aldrich some remorse, the woman behind him was coquettishly urging

him to slap her face.

Charlotte was frozen with tears of shock, and then closed her eyes in despair as she prepared herself

for the upcoming slap toward her face.

Her glistening teardrops fell.

Charlotte thought that her face would have turned swollen after the strike, but the preconceived pain

did not present itself.

“How dare you beat my woman, Kennedy Moore’s woman?”

Charlotte opened her eyes immediately!

At some point, Kennedy slipped by her side and reached to grasp Aldrich’s wrist.

Since he was usually seated, Charlotte had not been aware of his height. But now as he raised his

hand, she was surprised by his noticeably high statue even when he remained in the wheelchair, which

created a strong aura that could not be overwhelmed by the standing man in front of him.

On the contrary, it emerged as a strong headwind to Aldrich.

“Kennedy Moore!!! Is that what he said?”

“The second son of the Moore family! So is he the president of the Moore Group? My God!”

“I have heard the second son of the Family is in the wheelchair ... God, how could we miss this just

now? With such an aura of authority, he could be no one else but Kennedy Moore!”

“He’s so handsome. I was just about to ask who he is, not even aware that he’s the president of the

Moore Group! Then who’s the woman he backs?”

“No idea. I’ve never seen her. But she must be someone to him, as he’s so protective toward her,

right?”

Charlotte heard all these comments.

When the last one came into her ears, it was as if something struck her heartstrings.

Dumbfounded, Aldrich failed to respond. Nathan stepped forward to pull his hand away, and sneered,

“We can’t afford a skirt at 300,000 yuan? The Moore Group takes it lightly no matter whether it costs 30

million or 300 million yuan!”

Aldrich receded for some steps to stand still, handed by Milana who rushed forward to show her care,

“Honey, are you alright? Does it hurt anywhere?”

“I’m good.” Aldrich was so shocked by Kennedy’s black sharp eyes that he didn’t come back to his

senses until his wife spoke to him.

Seeing his pale face, Milana swaggered forward with her big belly to Nathan and said, “Who do you

think you are? How dare you hit my husband. I’ll call the police!”

Just as Nathan was about to confront the person in front of him regardless of gender, as he always did,

the approaching pregnant woman made him a waverer.

A pregnant woman always prevails.

You can’t even do anything if she’s making trouble or quarreling with you, otherwise you’ll be blamed

for harming her and her child.

Nathan took two steps back.

Laughing proudly with arms akimbo, Milana glanced at Kennedy, shifted her focus to Charlotte, and

mocked, “Charlotte, where did you find this actor, a cripple playing a president in a wheelchair? You

want to keep up appearances, of course, but can you do it a little better? I know you’re angry that

Aldrich dumped you, but don’t be so cheap! You guys are making up a ... what ... president? Don’t try

to dodge the compensation!”

Then Milana gestured at the dumbstruck clerk, “Come over here. The dress is worth 300,000 yuan. I’d

like to see whether they can really afford it or they’re simply paying lip service.”

At the reminder from her, the clerk moved on to Charlotte.

“I’m really sorry, but this dress is valuable. So please pay for it if you don’t find it unacceptable.”

Charlotte’s lips quivered, unable to respond.

Kennedy sat there with a cold face, taking no actions. Nathan, obeying his boss, certainly kept standing

still!

“Laughing my ass off! So is it beyond your budget? Stop playing the president!”