Master Charlie Was Tricked By A Woman

Blanche Capra was forced to walk out of the Charlie Group.

Such a big commotion had happened, but York Charlie actually hadn’t received the news yet, it seemed that the loss of this bid did have an unusual impact on the Charlie Group.

Blanche Capra walked down the street, that feeling of confusion of not knowing where to go came out again. She was, perhaps, really only good at living alone, because that’s what she was most often in.

Even though, it made her feel endlessly lonely.

“Blanche!” Someone was suddenly calling her.

Blanche Capra looked back and saw Francesca Jones standing not far away with an open smile on her face. Blanche Capra felt upset at the sight of him and immediately turned her head away again.

Francesca Jones quickly caught up with her.

“Blanche,” Francesca Jones spoke after her, “why are you so disrespectful when I pick you up in the morning?”

Blanche Capra continued on her way, “I know you well?”This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

Francesca Jones doesn’t stop walking, and says, somewhat playfully, “We get to know each other over time, don’t we?” Blanche Capra stops dead in her tracks, and Francesca Jones stops dead in her tracks.

The pretty side of Blanche Capra’s face cut the distant grey-blue-grey-blue sky, and she tilted her face up to gaze at a certain indistinct cloud, “Don’t continue to follow me, or I’ll only grow disgusted with you.” With that said, she turned her face to give Francesca Jones a cold look.

The smile on Francesca Jones’ face didn’t change at all as he chuckled and asked, “Oh? Then may I know why you resent me so much? ”

Blanche Capra, also still cold, glared at him, the meaning on her face unmistakable: revulsion is revulsion, what reason is needed?

She skimmed her head to ignore him, her feet lifting again. Just then, a van pulled up in front of Blanche Capra.

Blanche Capra stood still as the door was pulled open and a strange man in sunglasses immediately stepped out. Blanche Capra subconsciously felt bad and was about to step to the side when the man was quick to grab her.

Blanche Capra was about to struggle when an arm suddenly reached out beside her and blocked her.

“What are you doing? Let go of me at once!” Francesca Jones furrowed her brows, her face condensed, as if she had changed into a different person, with a hostile aura all over her body.

The man wearing sunglasses seemed to be sizing him up for a moment, and the hand that was holding Blanche Capra slowly retracted, and just when Blanche Capra thought that the situation was easing up, the retracted hand turned around again, and swept with the wind to one side of Francesca Jones’s face.

In response to the sudden punch, Francesca Jones reacted quickly by taking a step back, a hand reaching out to steadily restrain the man’s attack.

The corner of Francesca Jones’ mouth lifted up in an evil smile, ”This is about to get physical? With me? Are you sure?”

The man tried to withdraw his hand, but strangely found that he couldn’t, the man in front of him had a steady, heavy grip, so he had to turn his head and look behind him to the car, where two of his mates were summoned to get out of the car immediately.

Blanche Capra turned her head to Francesca Jones at the sight of two more menacing men.

Francesca Jones gave a reassuring smile, leaned forward slightly, the other hand into a fist and punched the sunglasses man in the stomach, the man stifled a grunt of pain, behind the two fighters saw Francesca Jones did not hesitate to strike immediately no longer wait, and immediately joined the fray.

A left and a right, punching and kicking each other.

Francesca Jones immediately pushed the man he had hit out a few steps away and turned to deal with the other two men.

Blanche Capra had to stand and watch, and even though Francesca Jones’s hand-to-hand combat looked significantly better than the two men’s, it was hard to fight with two fists without some oversight, and after a few minutes passed, the man in sunglasses, who had been pushed back down earlier, regained his footing.

“Look out!” Blanche Capra shouted.

Seeing the knife in the sunglasses man’s hand reach Francesca Jones’ back, Blanche Capra’s heart lifted, and Francesca Jones turned sharply, his eyes glazed over, and ducked so quickly that the knife narrowly grazed past his arm.

Blanche Capra saw a trail of blood cut into one of his thin shirts. Just as she froze, Francesca Jones suddenly pulled her up and ran, the cold wind whistling past her ears and chilling her face.

Blanche Capra gasped and tried to look back, but she heard Francesca Jones say, “Don’t look back, just run.”

Blanche Capra didn’t know why, but she listened to him and ran after him as fast as she could. I don’t know how far I ran, turning one corner after another. The two finally stopped.

Francesca Jones laughed out loud.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve been this wrecked.” He gasped.

Blanche Capra bent over with her hands on her knees, “Who the hell are you?” Blanche Capra always felt that he appeared inexplicably, his gestures, his curtness, all of them came inexplicably, as well as his arrogance in the face of those who had just been there, it didn’t seem like he was faking it.

He was a person who had a kind of confidence that was not afraid of the sky or the earth.

Of course, this led to the fact that he was still somewhat, in her opinion, cheeky.

The smile on Francesca Jones’ face froze at first when she heard her ask that, and then blossomed even more openly, “I’m Francesca Jones, ah!”

Blanche Capra stood up straight and frowned as she sized him up, from his expression, to the bloodstain on his arm.

Francesca Jones seemed to sense her gaze, and instantly let out an ouch, lifting his arm and starting to cry out in pain, his tone of voice aggravated, “Why are you still standing there, don’t you want to bandage me up and take care of it?”

Blanche Capra glared at him, “Who let you wear so little?” He smiled as he held his arms again, “I think maybe this is all a trick you’ve been playing on yourself? You’ve been playing a set-up since the first time we met, maybe this time you’re playing some kind of hero saving the girl set-up too!”

Francesca Jones burst into tears and laughed, “Aigoo, am I still making a fool of myself? What a first time to play a set up, I still want to get to know you.”

Blanche Capra laughed at the expression on his face, but nodded with a serious face, “That’s right.”

Francesca Jones almost wailed, “I swear, I’m definitely not playing a ruse this time, I’m hurt for real, do you really want to watch me bleed to death?”

Blanche Capra snorted a laugh, “It’s not that bad!”

Francesca Jones felt an overwhelming sense of pleasure and relief when he saw her actually laugh, he couldn’t help but heat up the atmosphere, “No, you’ve got to bandage me up,” he held his arm up close to her, “Come on, I’m scared to death.”

Blanche Capra had a smile on her lips, “You’re afraid of dying? Can’t see it!”

“Why can’t you see it?”

Blanche Capra laughed, “Wasn’t it quite arrogant when you just fought?”

“Then you also saw it, I couldn’t beat you and immediately pulled you to run away.”

Blanche Capra and Francesca Jones went to the pharmacy and bought bandages, alcohol, and ointment, then the two of them sat together in the convenience store next door.

“Thank you, come on get it for me!” Francesca Jones smiled and padded over.

Blanche Capra didn’t take kindly to instructing him to roll his sleeve up himself.

The seemingly harmonious and intimate look of the two sitting in the glass window of the convenience store rolled into the lens of Shireen Miller’s mobile phone.

It was captured with a click.