Master Charlie Was Tricked By A Woman

When Francesca Jones came to Blanche Capra, Blanche Capra thought that he simply came to visit her, but she didn’t expect that he actually came to tell her this bolt from the blue.

Her entire body froze in her chair, her brain instantly unable to think, as if she had been stabbed with a needle, her heart began to gurgle blood outward, and her temples became more and more painful.

Blanche Capra covered her heart, her clear face scrunched up in a ball as she gave Francesca Jones a blank look, then suddenly fell to the side and just lost consciousness.

“Blanche!” said Francesca Jones, rushing over to her just in time to hold her up.

Francesca Jones had known that this would be her reaction, so had been worried about telling her so soon, and he helped her to her feet, calling out her name as he did so, at which point the police officers from the guardhouse came over to check on her.NôvelDrama.Org holds © this.

“Should just have fainted, will wake up soon.” The police officer said indifferently, and without intending to do anything about it, took Blanche Capra back to her cell.

Francesca Jones saw this and angrily took the police officer’s hand, “What kind of attitude is that, what if something happens to her? Do you know how weak she is!”

He was a little over-excited, and when it came to the Blanche Capra matter, he had a hard time controlling his emotions.

The police officer, however, was indifferent, “I don’t know, she’s a suspect now, what’s it got to do with me if she’s in good health or not, and besides, you’re too much of an underachiever to see this kind of thing in this place.”

People abounded who had lost their all in one day after being taken into custody, and many who could not suffer the shock died on the spot.

Francesca Jones knew he couldn’t die baring his head, all he could do was take a step back and say something, “So can I at least see her wake up before you take her?”

“Your viewing time is up, there’s a queue of people behind you, she’ll be fine, just relax.” The police officer impatiently pushed back Francesca Jones’ request.

With no choice, Francesca Jones could only come out of the detention center with the information.

At this time the sky was gray, the gray from far to near, from light to dark, the wet ground, the road hurried people holding umbrellas, different costumes, it looks like in London.

Francesca Jones had just gotten into the car when the sky suddenly started raining, he turned on the windshield wipers, the cold, wet air put him in an irritable mood, and drew his e-cigarette from his jacket pocket to try to de-stress, but he wasn’t even in the mood for a cigarette right now, so he shoved it back in.

It was clear that the raindrops were tapping loudly against the windows, Francesca Jones just found the atmosphere too quiet.

There was a hint of decadence in the air.

To make some noise, Francesca Jones turned the radio on just in time to broadcast the weather, “This month will be the last of winter, and it will turn warm after Christmas.”

This winter was as stinky and long as an old woman’s wrap, Francesca Jones thought to himself.

He didn’t want to dream of another freezing day with Blanche Capra crying over York Charlie.

…

Blanche Capra opened her eyes to a dimly lit ceiling, she smelled the quilt covering her with its damp odor, and the solemn atmosphere around her made her react – she had come back to her cell.

Blanche Capra sat up, the cold made her shiver, and she hastily put on her outer shirt while thinking about what had just happened – Francesca Jones had come to her about York Charlie, and then she had lost consciousness… …

York Charlie.

The name was like a key that unlocked Blanche Capra’s memory all at once, and she couldn’t think fast enough to keep up with her tears, which welled up almost instinctively.

York Charlie the son of a bitch!

With no way to scream, Blanche Capra pounded the wall in agony, the pain coming from her knuckles not nearly a thousandth of the hurt York Charlie had caused her.

She didn’t know how to describe the sadness – it tore her bones and flesh apart almost instantly, picking out veins one by one and making her worse than dead.

Even though she was mentally prepared at first that it might be York Charlie, Blanche Capra held on to her last glimmer of hope and decided to trust York Charlie for once.

He was so gentle with her that day, how could he do such a thing to her.

Blanche Capra repeatedly hinted to herself to speak for York Charlie.

And that’s what she got – a hundred times more sinister than she could have imagined.

Blanche Capra had never suspected that York Charlie had done these things, so she had never been able to find the man behind the curtain, and now that she thought about it more carefully, it was actually quite easy to investigate.

York Charlie was the largest shareholder of the Charlie Group, and had a wide range of connections, so he was the only one who could strike her and the company in a short period of time.

The Howard Group was an example.

She trusted him, so she never doubted him.

That was how he rewarded her expectations.

Blanche Capra smiled bitterly, tears falling frantically as they did, and she didn’t want to wipe them away.

To York Charlie, Blanche Capra thought she had done her best, she had a clear conscience, and what York Charlie was going to do with her next was up to him.

He was ruthless, and Blanche Capra could do nothing about it.

From this moment on, Blanche Capra did not dare to trust York Charlie’s words, and will no longer hold the illusion that he will come back from Delia Field, everything is disillusioned.

Only the harsh reality was still in front of him.

…

Compared to the spartan coldness of the guardhouse, the Field family villa was a scene of song and dance.

Lynel Field organized a party to celebrate York Charlie’s victory over the Charlie Group, inviting entrepreneurs from the business world to attend.

It was a celebration, but it was really just a show-off.

Of course, this was not York Charlie’s intention, and he personally did not approve of the fanfare.

Moreover, he is not interested in those people’s deliberate currying favor.

The entrepreneurs who used to be under Blanche Capra’s skirt are now turning their backs on her, talking negatively about Blanche Capra in front of York Charlie, “A woman is just a woman, to put it bluntly, she’s a bitch.”

“Enough, don’t let me hear that again.” Like a split personality, York Charlie has indicted Blanche Capra while at the same time speaking up for Blanche Capra.

Anything that was said about discrediting her, he didn’t want to hear at all, and even bought up some of the stories that smeared Blanche Capra.

His reasons for doing so are unclear to him.

York Charlie subconsciously knows that he may have done something wrong, but there’s no point in turning back now, rather than making both sides look bad, he’d rather go one way or the other.

In doing so, Blanche Capra will have to be sacrificed.

While he was lost in thought over Blanche Capra, Delia Field appeared beside him at some point and called out softly, “York?”

“Huh?” York Charlie snapped back to his senses, and for just a split second he was in a trance and had mistaken Delia Field for Blanche Capra.

Was this a precursor to his madness?

“What’s the matter with you? Looking distracted again.” Delia Field asked him, this wasn’t the first time York Charlie had wobbled in front of him, he had been in this mental state lately.

York Charlie, of course, denied it, “Nothing.”

“Is it because of the Blanche Capra thing that you’re like this?” Delia Field coldly brought up Blanche Capra and York Charlie’s eyes visibly flashed.

He looked away, “No, you’re overthinking it.”

Before the words left his mouth, Delia Field asked him, “Seriously, you don’t regret it?”