Master Charlie Was Tricked By A Woman

Blanche Capra wanted to make the first move and clear the air, but who knew that Shireen Miller had thought of the wording early on, and her blood-red lips kept opening and closing as she spoke against her conscience.

“Blanche Capra, why did you push me?”

Blanche Capra knew it would be this kind of set-up, she frowned, “Who pushed you, it was clearly you who fell.”

“And you know how to renege, and rightly so, what a woman like you can’t do.” Shireen Miller pointed at her, afraid that others would not know who pushed her.

Strange to say, Shireen Miller fell down, just to falsely accuse her there was no need to keep sitting on the ground, so as not to make herself look bad as well?

Blanche Capra gritted her teeth, she was already too lazy to fight with this kind of woman, but she just wouldn’t let herself go.

“Try to explain what evidence you have that I pushed you?”

“You need evidence for that, I’m sitting here, it was just the two of us, and if you trot out the evidence line it’ll be more confirmation that you did push me. Otherwise who do you want me to justify it to.”

“Shireen Miller, have a conscience.” Blanche Capra’s chest rose and fell more and more sharply, her last act of mercy.

Shireen Miller felt the pain in her belly and the moistening in her lower body, and she knew that this baby was not going to be saved after all.

The tearing pain almost made her pass out on the spot, but no, how could she sacrifice this child for nothing.

Shireen Miller braced herself on the floor, her vision became more and more blurred, but she was still able to speak, “This sentence should be my turn to say to you, to be a person to have a little bit of conscience, what is the purpose of you to get close to York with all your heart and soul, you can’t let me and my child go?”

What!

This is unbelievable.

Blanche Capra didn’t realize Shireen Miller could act so well, and since she wanted an explanation, she’d give it to her.

“You’re going to have to follow me when I leave-” The words ended abruptly before they could be heard as Shireen Miller fainted.

“Ah, she’s bleeding!” Someone in the crowd screamed.

Blanche Capra’s nerves tensed, and she looked down the tail of her own dress to see Shireen Miller, only to see the white fabric soaked, the brogue openwork carving pattern blooming out like a rose in a cherry blossom garden, blood-red, gorgeous, and unreal.

It was as if she saw a line made of blood, spreading little by little like her feet.

Blanche Capra knew it wasn’t herself, but the others didn’t, and they yelled call the police, ah, and put Shireen Miller in the hospital, and then put Blanche Capra in the police station.

“She killed a little life!”

“How could President Charlie look at a woman like that.”Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

“She’s a snake charmer.”

…

People are getting more and more, the surrounding is also getting more and more noisy, dazzling lights down can not block the puddle of bright red blood, but rather make it with blood light.

At this time, York Charlie, who had temporarily gone to deal with an urgent matter, finally returned to the banquet parlor, he had already received the news from this side, so when he saw the chaotic scene at the entrance, he was not surprised at all.

It’s just that, I didn’t expect this to happen.

“Make way, President Charlie is here.” The bouncer pushed aside the crowd surrounding him so that York Charlie could enter.

Blanche Capra’s withered heart beat again all of a sudden when she saw York Charlie coming, and she looked at him hopefully, hoping that he would get her out of this place.

If the pregnant woman was to be the priority, then at least look at her to show that she trusted her and that she really hadn’t pushed Shireen Miller.

However, York Charlie didn’t even look at her, he picked up Shireen Miller to leave and bumped Blanche Capra as he walked away, this time she fell and he still didn’t look back.

Over and over again, he broke her heart.

Memories stirred together in her mind, the past bridging with reality – some years ago, she was in the rain, waiting for him to come, waiting to be treated like he was now.

What more could she want from him, she wanted his love with all her heart.

He hadn’t explained what to arrange for the aftermath, and no one was sure whether this engagement was going to go ahead or not.

More than that, Blanche Capra attracted attention.

All the eyes that looked at her were tinged with disgust, as if she had done something heavenly.

“Look at her gown, it’s stained with blood, she’ll never be able to wipe it off in her life.”

“She’s a murderer.”

“I think the press will be here soon.”

…

If the reporters came, then Blanche Capra would not be able to get out of here, and if she wanted to get out, she had to do it now, even if it meant leaving under the abuse and ridicule of others.

Strangely enough, Blanche Capra’s brightly colored rose seemed to be wilting quickly, leaving only the leaves and branches behind. She sat on the ground and didn’t move, and her eyes were empty, staring into the abyss.

Letting people laugh at her, she didn’t react at all.

“This isn’t like you,” a familiar voice came from above her head, waking Blanche Capra up, she looked up and it was Lorcan George, she knew it was him.

Lorcan George picked her up straight away and sneered at the people blocking the doorway to watch the show. “If you guys want to make headlines like little sweetheart, you don’t have to move out of the way now.”

The words were immediately followed by someone making way for him.

Blanche Capra thought to herself how funny it was that her name was now a plague.

I’m afraid the only people as scary as her are the reporters who are on their way over.

Once in the elevator, Blanche Capra demanded to come down, she couldn’t be bothered to talk to Lorcan George, not even making eye contact, and Lorcan George stayed silent the entire time, he had changed.

The priority now was to get out of this gown.

She drew out the knife she carried strapped to her inner thigh and cut the heavy skirt down layer by layer until only a layer of tulle and lining remained, while Lorcan George took charge of pressing the elevator buttons on each floor as a way of stalling for time before she collided with a reporter.

By the time the elevator reached the third floor, Blanche Capra was finally done so she could run.

Lorcan George took her to the exit of the escape staircase and made a mad dash, almost as if running for his life, out of the hotel.

The reporters’ side just waited for the elevator, and one look at the gowns in the elevator and they knew what was going on, and made a bee-line for the door.

Lorcan George drove a black Lamborghini this time, in a color that wasn’t too eye-catching.

He motioned for Blanche Capra to get in and left the Night Phoenix Hotel before a reporter could spot them, the car speeding past, swirling up the dead and yellow leaves.

Still panting, Blanche Capra opened the window to get some air and Lorcan George was there to remind her, “Not so quick to shake it off, I’m afraid we’re going to have to drive around the city a bit, I’ll drop you off at his house when it’s almost time.”

“I know, that gang of reporters’ routine is nothing more than squatting at the door to keep watch, or else peeping, the watchdogs are not as diligent as them.”

Where the reporters had the Lorcan George Lamborghini setup, they couldn’t squat them at the Night Phoenix Hotel, so they squatted at York Charlie’s villa, and even BFF Nadia might be under surveillance.

There was nowhere she could go.

Lorcan George used to ask her if she wanted to come to his house, now he wouldn’t, it was like he was completely dead in the water, his whole heart gutted and filled with hatred for York Charlie.

Blanche Capra had no thoughts, her mind was blank, she wanted to sleep somewhere now, somewhere without York Charlie.

The wind ruffled her hair and she slumped against the car window as if she was going to fall asleep.

The Lamborghini was hidden in the darkness.