Master Charlie Was Tricked By A Woman

Shireen Miller left and the office was still dead silent. The two men, York Charlie and Blanche Capra, stood against each other like two human statues, with only their respective heaving chests to prove that they were still alive.

Blanche Capra’s mobile phone rang just as the two men were locked in a stalemate.

Not wanting to just stare at him without saying a word, Blanche Capra pulled out her phone and answered it.

“Blanche,” Francesca Jones said on the other side, her tone light, “did you get the flowers.”

Blanche Capra hesitated before saying, “Got them.”

York Charlie, who was off to the side listening to the call, had long since frowned, his face sullen and dark.

“I’ve been waiting downstairs at your office for ages, why haven’t I seen you come down? Are you still up there? Why don’t I come up and pick you up and we’ll go to the cinema together!” Francesca Jones added.

Blanche Capra listened to him and was silent for a few seconds before she spoke, “I’m sorry, I have to work overtime today, so I don’t have time to go.” She subconsciously avoided the words, ‘flowers’, ‘watching a film’, and Francesca Jones’ name. She knew York Charlie would have guessed that, but she still didn’t want him to hear it.

“It’s okay, I can wait until you finish your shift.” Francesca Jones continued and Blanche Capra was about to say something to tell him not to wait when a hand reached out from beside her and snatched her phone away when she wasn’t expecting it.

“What are you doing?!” Blanche Capra shouted in annoyance as York Charlie hung up the phone with one outstretched finger.

Francesca Jones, who was listening to the phone, heard the commotion there and thought something had happened to Blanche Capra. Immediately, she got out of the car and ran towards the the Charlie Group building.

“York Charlie!” exclaimed Blanche Capra, “Do you think you’re funny?”

York Charlie sulked, “Who told you to answer the phone at a time like this? Who told you to take flowers from someone? I’m in a bad mood for work, and you’re happy to receive flowers?” He sneered, “Heh, what with Valentine’s Day and going to the cinema, don’t you think you’re having too much of a good time?!”

Blanche Capra found him utterly baffling!

“What kind of talk is that? Can’t I live a little dashingly? Do you have to have me look sad every day for you to feel good about yourself, do you?” She hugged her arms in exasperation and laughed, “Besides why can’t I receive flowers? Do I have to throw them in the rubbish bin like you do when someone else sends me flowers? You have the nerve to throw my flowers away without even asking my permission! Funny, isn’t it?”

She whined, “Why can’t I answer the phone, didn’t you answer Shireen Miller’s phone too?!”

York Charlie blushed inexplicably at her comment, and finally hearing her talk about Shireen Miller, he had a reason to explain it but couldn’t at all, was he going to say that he thought there was some mystery about her that he wanted to solve through Shireen Miller?

York Charlie can’t say anything at all, Blanche Capra sees him like this, her smile is getting colder and colder, finally stomped on him hard, and then quickly walked out of the president’s office.

Blanche Capra hadn’t taken ten steps before York Charlie came up behind her. He took her by the arm and turned a corner suddenly pinning her against the wall.

Blanche Capra’s eyes then caught the small puddle of blood on the floor that she had left behind earlier, and her fingers suddenly throbbed slightly.

Blanche Capra lifted her head to glare at York Charlie, twisted around, and said in a hushed voice, “Let go of me!”

At that moment, the clear sound of footsteps came from far away and a person ran down the aisle.

Francesca Jones.

Francesca Jones finally found Blanche Capra, but what he saw was Blanche Capra who was pinned against the wall by York Charlie, although it was said that there was such an ambiguous emotional relationship between Blanche Capra and York Charlie, but he had just clearly heard Blanche Capra said to tell York Charlie to let go of her, and at this moment, Blanche Capra’s face was also very bad.

Francesca Jones then doesn’t hesitate any longer and strides forward to pull Blanche Capra, while York Charlie smoothly moves out of the way. However, watching Francesca Jones shield Blanche Capra behind her, his eyes sank to a frightening depth.

“How dare you come to my THE Charlie Group and rob me?” York Charlie says as he looks at him.

Francesca Jones laughs and says with some chutzpah, “President Charlie, that’s how bold I am, don’t you know? Or didn’t you check out my ancestry? Tsk, tsk, I see your ability, but only so!”Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

York Charlie coldly said, “You don’t need to explicitly or implicitly remind yourself of what kind of person you are, since you are so self-aware of yourself, you’d better stay away from her for me! Don’t blame me for being unforgiving if you’re up to any tricks!”

Blanche Capra stood behind Francesca Jones, not understanding at all what these two were playing at. Could it be that Francesca Jones and York Charlie were antagonistic towards each other as well?

Francesca Jones hemmed and hawed, “They’re afraid of you, I’m not.” Saying that, he pulled Blanche Capra up, “Come on, I’ll show you out.”

Blanche Capra turns around only to hear York Charlie warning behind her, “Blanche Capra! Don’t you dare!”

Blanche Capra pauses in her steps and suddenly turns her back on him, “I’m not Brandi, how could I possibly listen to you that much!” The tone was mingled with mockery.

But I don’t know whether it was mocking others or myself anymore.

It was only when she followed Francesca Jones out of the group’s building and the air rushed around her that Blanche Capra realised that she shouldn’t have said that. By bringing up Brandi over and over again, wouldn’t she be exposing more holes and arousing his suspicions even more? So she mentally admonished herself to be a little more careful in the future.

Blanche Capra was right in thinking that her words before she left did arouse York Charlie’s suspicion again. York Charlie was in deep thought because of what she said and thus did not go after her. He had to think things through and figure out if, in fact, Blanche Capra was Brandi or not.

York Charlie wasn’t the only one struggling with this, but also Shireen Miller, who was looking into Blanche Capra. Shireen Miller rushed back and immediately asked her father’s connections to look into all of Blanche Capra’s files. She thought that she would see something, so that she could make some guesses and inferences, but the results that she has found so far have made her lose her head.

There was nothing about Blanche Capra, nothing at all.

Nothing could be found except her previous experience in modelling. Even basic information like her birthplace was missing.

Shireen Miller felt strange on one side, and rightfully so on the other. If she really was Brandi, then it made sense that she would come back here to change her identity. If she wasn’t Brandi, then why was she covering up her past?

Shireen Miller checks in here and is already nine points sure that Blanche Capra is Brandi. The other point, of course, was her instincts, born a woman and being her love interest.

Brandi, she’s not dead! She was back again!

Shireen Miller’s hands were shaking as she held the information, and she dug back into her room to go through her stash of evidence that York Charlie had killed Brandi. Earlier, she’d made a copy and put it in York Charlie’s office, trying to stir up his guilt and make him panic.

But now, Brandi’s not dead! Then York Charlie must be doing everything he can to get back together with her. And what about her? She’d be the guilty party that caused them to almost live and die together! No! She didn’t want to end up in such a horrible place herself!

She had to find a way, any way she could!

Brandi… Brandi… Brandi… Shireen Miller chanted the name silently under her breath, once, she was an obstacle she could hardly cross, and now, even more so, she was a nightmare she could hardly get rid of!