Gerald snorted and said, "It is more romantic. But I don't think Mr. Kennedy can understand it."
With that, Gerald looked at Kennedy's legs.
Nathan raised his eyebrows and was about to lose his temper.
Kennedy remained calm and replied in a cold voice, "I indeed cannot understand. Even if I want, I will only sleep with pure women and will not sleep with a divorced woman."
Charlotte, who was hiding behind a tree, was speechless.
Damn it! Did Kennedy know she was here? So, he deliberately said these words to slander her?
Gerald was not provoked by Kennedy's words. Instead, he smiled, "In fact, I wonder if Mr. Kennedy is able to have sex with women."
Nathan gritted his teeth, "Do you want to be fucked?"
Words failed Gerald.
"Since you ask this kind of question, I think you want to be fucked. Otherwise, how would you ask this question to Mr. Kennedy?"
What? Gerald was confused. He just wanted to make fun of Kennedy's deformity and incompetence. When did he say that he wanted to be fucked? This assistant was annoying!
Charlotte was more speechless and did not expect Nathan to be a fag stag!
"What Mr. Kennedy's assistant said is meaningful." Gerald froze for a moment before coming back to his senses and began to counterattack.
Gerald hit the nail on the head.
This time, Nathan was the one who was silenced.
Gerald had already looked at Kennedy's face, "If I had known that Mr. Kennedy would come to the banquet, I should have visited you first."
Kennedy was calm and cold, "No need."
Charlotte listened from afar. It was dark and she wore a skirt tonight. When she stood here, there were many mosquitoes. The mosquitoes tickled her calf. In a short while she couldn't resist reaching out to scratch.
But if she wanted to scratch, she had to bend over, which would definitely make a sound.
If she made a sound, she would be discovered.
Thinking of this, Charlotte did not dare to bend over and could only endure it.
But then she really itched. So, she could only bend down to scratch. She finally touched the leaves and made a sound.
The smile on Gerald's face faded and he took two steps in her direction, "Who's there?"
Charlotte was too frightened to move.
Kennedy's eyes were cold, "It is just the wind. There is no need to make such a fuss, right, Mr. Gerald?"
Hearing this, Gerald stopped, "Was it the wind, or the person Mr. Kennedy wants to protect?"
Kennedy did not speak. But his eyes which were calm before suddenly became a little sharp.
"I am quite interested in the person Mr. Kennedy wants to protect."
The two confronted each other. Finally, it was Kennedy who was superior to Gerald. After a moment, Gerald smiled, "I have long heard that Mr. Kennedy is not simple. You are really extraordinary. I am going to find a beauty date. So, I will leave first. Goodbye."
"Bye."
After Gerald left, Charlotte almost could not keep her posture anymore. Since Gerald had left, she only needed to wait for Kennedy to leave now.
Charlotte waited for a while. But Kennedy didn't seem to have any intention of leaving.
When Charlotte couldn't hold on any longer, she finally heard Kennedy say.
"Are you intending to keep pretending to be an ostrich there?"
Hearing this, Charlotte was shocked and fell to the ground.
"Who is there?" Nathan widened his eyes and rushed over before he saw Charlotte, "Why are you here?"
Charlotte froze and sat against the tree. She placed the cup in her hand on the leaves and lightly rubbed her calf, which had been bitten terribly by mosquitoes. Then, she helplessly glanced at Nathan.
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