Master Charlie Was Tricked By A Woman

During dinner, York Charlie deliberately puts out a message informing Delia Field that he has a very important file on a flash drive placed in his suit jacket, and to make sure to keep an eye on it for him while he goes to the restroom.

York Charlie does this for no other reason than to verify what Francesca Jones said – whether Delia Field is Moore Howard’s mole and has been working in the shadows as a hindrance to him all along.

If she knew to stop in time, then he would have forgiven her, or at most broken off the engagement and been a stranger ever since.

But if Delia Field is still unrepentant, then he can’t blame him for being heartless.Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

But it’s not him that Delia Field owes the most, it’s Blanche Capra.

So it’s up to Blanche Capra to decide what happens to her.

The contents of the flash drive are actually just some discarded information, even if it is leaked, it does not matter, York Charlie also had someone tampered with it, installed a location system, so that he can accurately know Delia Field’s movements.

As York Charlie thought, Delia Field would not let him down – she still chose to betray him for that false love.

Moths to the flame never end well.

While York Charlie was in the restroom, Delia Field took out the flash drive from the pocket of her suit jacket and put it into her bag, her action was fast and hasty, without a moment’s hesitation.

Even if she felt sorry for York Charlie, she still had a choice to make when she thought of Moore Howard.

She was in a battlefield now, and most of those who died on the battlefield did so because of indecision.

She had to save one side.

Because she loved Moore Howard, so it was at the risk of even greater risk, she resolutely chose to follow Moore Howard.

“I’m sorry.” Delia Field glared at the empty seat in front of her.

“Sorry for what?” York Charlie asked with a smile on his face as he came out of the restroom at some point.

Delia Field came back to her senses, she shook her head, “Nothing, the food is here, sit down and eat.”

“Good.”

It was now seven o’clock in the evening, two hours left until nine.

Their dinner couldn’t have been more ordinary, although they chose a western restaurant with a beautiful set and in a high building, there was no sense of ceremony.

It was clear that after tomorrow, they would officially become husband and wife, but they still felt so distant, as if the marriage had nothing to do with them, they were just guests.

After dinner, York Charlie and Delia Field embraced at the door, and when they parted, York Charlie asked her, “Do you want to sit at my house? Or maybe I’ll walk you home?”

He knew the answer but asked on purpose.

York Charlie is just trying to be mean.

Delia Field shook her head, a little lie wasn’t a problem for her now.

“I’ll be fine on my own, it’s the last day of being single, I’m going to enjoy this, there’ll be plenty of opportunities to be with you later.”

“Well, then you go back and be safe.”

York Charlie finished, not forgetting to add, “I’ll see you soon.”

He gave an impish smile that for a moment slowed Delia Field’s heartbeat by half a beat.

Why did she think York Charlie meant something else …

There was no time for her to think about it, and after watching York Charlie drive away, she stopped a cab on the side of the road and headed to Moore Howard’s appointment.

What she didn’t know was that York Charlie reversed direction and came back not long after leaving, watching the blinking red dot on his cell phone move as he rushed to the warehouse in the middle of nowhere.

“Delia Field, I was wrong about you,” York Charlie sneered, “but you didn’t fail me.”

He whirled around and dialed the phone, informing his men stationed at the warehouse to be ready.

“Just do as I say.”

“Yes.”

Hanging up, his cell phone rang-it was Francesca Jones calling.

Picking up, “What’s up.”

“I’ve picked Blanche up from custody, next step, quick instructions,” Francesca Jones said, glancing out of the corner of her eye at Blanche Capra sitting in the passenger seat.

She was cloaked and wearing a loose coat and looked a little haggard, but was clearly in much better spirits.

It was for Blanche Capra’s sake that Francesca Jones was working with York Charlie.

He’d give anything as long as it was for her.

“I’ll send you the location, just take her to where I’m going and tell her I have a gift for her.”

“I got it.”

As soon as Francesca Jones put her cell phone down, Blanche Capra impatiently asked him, “Was that York Charlie who just called? What did he say?”

“He said he had a gift for you and asked me to take you there now.”

Blanche Capra gave a puzzled look, her eyes like thick ink reflecting the city streetscape, the flashing neon lights that made the city light up, and she still kind of couldn’t believe it-she’d gotten out of jail so soon.

Truth be told, when the prison guard said someone was outside to meet her, she subconsciously assumed it was York Charlie and was so overjoyed that she practically walked out with a smile on her face the whole way.

The moment she saw Francesca Jones, her eyes flashed with loss.

The prison wouldn’t allow her to take the diary out with her, so she had to burn it inside, and with it this past in prison turned to ashes.

She knew she seemed overly forgiving, even indulgent, in forgiving York Charlie so easily.

But who made her love her.

Francesca Jones sees right through her and explains to her as soon as she gets in the car, “You’ll see York Charlie soon, don’t worry.”

With that said, Blanche Capra let out a long breath as she broke into a smile, “Thank you, Francesca Jones.”

Francesca Jones had always remembered how kind she had been to her.

She had also always felt guilty that she hadn’t been able to reciprocate that affection.

It was for that reason that she didn’t want to hold him back, didn’t want to be a hindrance to his pursuit of happiness.

“What’s the point of saying I’m sorry at a time like this, I volunteered for this.” Francesca Jones said in a cloudy voice.

…

Delia Field arrived at the warehouse and thought Moore Howard had arrived earlier than her when she saw the light leaking from between the cracks in the door.

“I thought I said I’d be there later?”

Though she found it odd, Delia Field pushed open the door.

Instead of the Moore Howard she had been pining for, she was greeted by a dozen or so Chinese and foreign bodyguards in suits, who without saying a word stepped forward to grab Delia Field and drag her into the warehouse.

“Ah-” Delia Field let out a scream that was also muffled by the duct tape that was placed over her mouth.

Tied to a chair, Delia Field couldn’t move and had no idea what kind of situation this was, except to look around – all that was left of the place, besides the discarded goods, were the oil drums that had been placed off to the side.

The sight of the out-of-place oil drums gave Delia Field a bad feeling in her heart.

Then Moore Howard arrived, and being unprepared, his fate was the same as Delia Field’s. The two men looked at each other in disbelief, not knowing what was going on.

It wasn’t until York Charlie arrived that they realized what it was all about.

That alone was enough to surprise them, but they didn’t realize that even Blanche Capra and Francesca Jones were there.

The moment he saw Blanche Capra, Moore Howard’s eyes practically glazed over, he couldn’t believe that Blanche Capra had gotten out of jail so quickly.

York Charlie looked at Blanche Capra fondly with tenderness in his eyes, “That’s the gift I’m going to give you, let’s be bad guys for once too.”