Master Charlie Was Tricked By A Woman

The lift rose rapidly, and a slender white hand quickly pressed a few numbers.

A few of them were meant to be used to confuse those people, and one of them was the one she was really going to.

“DING~” the lift doors opened in response and Blanche Capra stepped out quickly without thinking, glancing carefully at the emergency exit on her way out.

After making sure no one was following her she walked quickly, trying to find somewhere she could hide.

“Thump, thump.”

It wasn’t long before a rush of footsteps sounded on the seventh floor of the Night Phoenix Hotel.

The corridor was quiet as Blanche Capra walked on the hotel’s expensive Persian carpet, but it was the quiet that was particularly alarming.

Her throat jumped up and she couldn’t think fast enough as the footsteps came closer and closer and Blanche Capra’s eyes skimmed over each room number.

A series of numbers passed through her mind, and without any thought in her head, her hands were already moving.

Finally, she saw an unlocked door and raised the corners of her mouth, pushing the door open with a light movement to enter.

At the same time, the bathroom door in the room was pushed open, and a long, narrow figure stepped out, only to stop suddenly at the sight of Blanche Capra.

The man frowned, his deep black eyes were full of displeasure, as well as a hint of sharpness, “How did you get in here?”

She snapped and laughed dryly, “The door was unlocked, so I came in.”

This was said in a rightful and justified manner!

But as soon as the words left her mouth, she froze, her eyes pooling to the nosebleed-inducing scene before her.

What entered was apparently a picture of a beauty out of the bath!

The robust and sexy chest, the full pectoral muscles, and the eight well-defined abs, flat and tight, exuded a strong manly aura.

His hair, messy from the fresh shower, hangs on his bronzed muscular skin, sliding down the texture of his abdomen, instantly disappearing into the lean waist that is wrapped in a bath towel.

Further down, can’t help but induce reverie …

The white bath towel is only enough to reach the man’s knees, and his height is estimated to be one metre nine, and what is even more enviable is that this man is all legs except for his neck!

A living, breathing star of tomorrow in the modelling world, what a shame not to enter the modelling world, tsk tsk.

Blanche Capra stared down with wide eyes, two sexy long legs sticking out from under the bath towel, his feet were covered with ordinary hotel slippers, but on his feet, they were inexplicably lazy and seductive.

Her eyes seem to be uncontrollable a little bit down, measuring this set of nearly perfect body, and finally somehow fell on the two points of red beans in front of his body.

That size and shape and colour, extraordinarily seductive.

“Gulp.”

The sound of gulping resounded abruptly in the room, like a ripple caused by a small stone being dropped on a quiet river.

Blanche Capra bristled and blushed, inexplicably glancing at the man’s expression.

It was dark and really not very pretty!

Feeling Blanche Capra’s almost passionate gaze, the mockery on the man’s face intensified.

“I’ve never had a shortage of women delivered to my door, so what are you going to ask for? Money or fame?” York Charlie leaned back against the bathroom wall and watched her languidly.

Despite the elegance and charm of his posture, Blanche Capra saw disdain and contempt in his eyes.

She knew the man was mistaken; the men who could live in the VIP on the seventh floor of the Night Phoenix Hotel were either rich or expensive, and were not the kind of men a little person like her could afford to mess with!

A fire was rising in her chest, she sucked in her breath and was just about to explain when the footsteps at the door came to an abrupt end.

“Boss, I didn’t see anyone, it can’t be that he ran away, right?” A voice not too loud and not too small happened to land on the opposite side of the room.

“Idiot! A woman and you still lost her, what a fool!” Then there was a crisp “smack” as if someone had been hit.

Blanche Capra didn’t even dare to breathe out loud, but could only suppress it, her heart tense and hard, and her hands sweaty.

“Looking for you?” The man’s voice was raspy and low, originally very pleasant to the ear, but with an extremely heavy chill, so cold that she shivered straight away.

She didn’t say anything, equivalent to acquiescence.

That three feet of ice in the coldness of people do not approach, but also with a thin cold mockery.

Blanche Capra was stunned; she could hear the man’s mockery of her and swept him off her feet in annoyance.

The next second, she froze once again at the man’s looks.

The sword-like eyebrows were raised high, and a small droplet of water hung from the straight bridge of his nose, which did not look out of place, but rather complimented it.

But in those eyes was a chilling coldness, biting like it was going to freeze people.

“I’ll give you three seconds, get out!” He picked up his voice, and the people outside were caught by the sound.

Blanche Capra reacted and immediately took a few steps forward to cover his mouth with a small slap, and gave him a few hard glares at the end.

York Charlie thought it was a little funny, was her reaction arc particularly long? What’s the point of covering your mouth when you’ve finished talking?

White tender palm pressed on his lips, the fragrance that belonged to a woman alone was transmitted into his nostrils, the faint scent of shampoo as well as body odour lingered around his nose.

Blanche Capra had no make-up on, her face was plain, her white skin as young and glowing as it could be.

She pricked up her ears to listen, the footsteps were small but still reached her.

She knew the men were approaching.

Biting her lip, she smiled delicately, ”My dear, where is that man’s bedside manner as good as yours? Don’t be angry, let’s continue …”

Noticing the door being pushed open a bit in the afterglow, she violently pushed the man against the wall and pressed her lips together.

Blanche Capra closed her eyes hard, York Charlie’s were open, a flash of playfulness crossed his eyes, and at the same time he was secretly amazed, it seemed … that this woman didn’t taste too bad!

He broke the rules and did not push Blanche Capra away.

I don’t know how long, until the people outside retreated a few steps, and one of the men also laughed thievishly, “Boss, I haven’t tasted a woman for a long time, why don’t we … have a good time tonight?”

“Shut up, if you say half a sentence more, you don’t want your head! The people must still be in this building, keep searching for me!”

The footsteps faded away.

Blanche Capra pushed the man away with force, and also wiped her lips hard, her delicate red lips became even more vivid, her face was suffocated into pig liver red.

Blah blah blah, if it wasn’t to avoid the group, she wouldn’t kiss this iceberg man!

Turning to leave, a large hand reached over, the door was closed, and Blanche Capra’s eyes widened.

Warm breath sprayed all over her neck, only to hear a cold voice lingering in her ears, “Woman, have you ever heard of not playing with fire?”

Next …

Her body was pinned sideways under his armpit, and before she could resist, she was thrown heavily onto the bed and a male body pressed down.

Blanche Capra pushed hard and the man didn’t budge.

Eyes rolling, she stopped resisting and closed her eyes as if she were about to give herself up.

Heh, wanting to be seduced?

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A soft snort crossed Blanche Capra’s ears, and she fought the urge to slap the man as she lay quietly beneath him.

Breaths were coming closer and closer, and she had a moment of clarity in her mind, this was the moment.

Focusing her strength she attacked hard towards the man’s lower body, and to her surprise the man muffled a grunt as he covered his lower body.

Blanche Capra pushed the man aside and grunted, “Want your aunt to sleep with you? Dream on!”

Without half stopping to strut to the back of the door, she pulled it open and walked out.