Master Charlie Was Tricked By A Woman

Brandi-the only hope of the Russell Group sacrificed under the competing interests of the group-was a false shimmering existence.

Brandi was dead, and now she was Blanche Capra.

Blanche Capra repeatedly reminded herself in her mind lest she lose her emotions in front of others; after all, she was always easily agitated in that regard and could not help but look suspicious.

“If you’re free right now, could you come out and meet me?”

“Of course.” Blanche Capra didn’t think twice.

Can’t she see how much she wants to know the truth when she’s risking everything to meet with a private investigator?

Blanche Capra dressed up in disguise before she left the house, and she arranged to meet with the private investigator at a cafe.

The car arrived in front of the cafe and Blanche Capra specifically instructed the driver before getting out of the car, “Don’t tell York Charlie about me running out, okay?”

“Why?”

“You rash, the whole town is talking about me now, of course York Charlie doesn’t want me to go out, if you tell him, you and I don’t have to hang out anymore.”

The most she could do was give a small punishment, not so much for him, he’d lose his job.

The driver nodded then, “I understand, so when Miss Capra wants to go back, just ask me to pick you up.”

“Okay.”

Getting out of the car, Blanche Capra exhaled heavily, surprisingly she was a little nervous.

The private investigator had arrived early, wrapped up tightly for fear of revealing his appearance, and Blanche Capra thought to herself that it was just as well, it was going to be winter.

“I thought you said you were making progress on what I commissioned you to look into for me?”

“Uh-huh.” The other man handed over a kraft paper file bag, “Here’s everything I could find out.”

Blanche Capra scanned down the stack of quite weighty looking document bags, her hands trembling under the table, “And, I’d like to ask a question.”

“Go ahead.”

“Does this have anything to do with York Charlie?” Blanche Capra got the words out and her whole body felt like it was taut, waiting for a word from the private investigator.

“Yes. The role he played in that incident back then was by no means a roadkill.”

…

Blanche Capra forgot what kind of demeanor she returned to the villa with that caused the maid to ask her with a worried look, “Miss Capra are you not feeling well anywhere?”

“Nothing, I’m just a little tired.”

Upstairs, back to her room.

She just changed places to fret, and then, still, she opened the vellum bag, a loop of thread winding around her heart in growing panic.

Blanche Capra’s hand shook a little as she flipped through the papers, cursing herself for being useless, she put them down first and poured a glass of water to drink, her mind a jumble of thoughts like threads.

She already knew that the Russell Group was just a victim back then, becoming cannon fodder under the group’s business interest dispute, but was the business interest dispute as bad as to make her family die.

Sealed?

For emptying the Russell Group by despicable means, and then want to kill to silence?

Who could be behind it?

Blanche Capra’s mind flashes back to the last thing the private investigator said, and she has no reason not to suspect York Charlie.

However, until she finds the evidence, she will remain suspicious of York Charlie as the mastermind.

For no other reason than she wants to believe him for once out of selfishness, although she can’t believe all of it.

…

The Charlie Group has been working overtime these days to suppress the George Group by competing for partners and cutting off the other party’s regular supply, and at the same time, they also have to solve the problem of the company’s image being damaged.

For one thing, York Charlie has already taken care of it, and for another, he is now holding a press conference, stating that his personal affairs have nothing to do with the company, and should not be tied up, as long as there is no problem with the company’s products and projects, the Charlie Group is still the same as it was in the beginning, and that the Charlie Group’s despicable means of damaging the company’s image are also smearing its own image. The Charlie Group is also discrediting itself by using despicable means to tarnish their company’s image.

York Charlie didn’t explicitly say it was the Miller family, but journalists are smart enough to read multiple answers into a single hint, and the Miller family fell into the list.

The press conference was a success, and the stock gradually recovered. York Charlie was finally able to take a break after working for several days in a row.

He misses Blanche Capra more than rest.

It was already evening when he returned, and the villa was still peaceful on the surface, but in reality, there was a lot of fighting going on.

The maid greeted him with water and a hot towel, “President Charlie, you’ve worked hard.”

“Where’s Blanche?”

“Miss Capra is upstairs in the bedroom.”

York Charlie took off his suit jacket and threw it to the maid and went straight to the bedroom.

He was going crazy thinking about her these days, and it was so hard to find the time to come back, even if he couldn’t see her for too long before he had to rush back to the office again.

Pushing open the heavy wooden door, York Charlie unconsciously dropped his defenses at the thought of Blanche Capra.

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“Blanche?”

A rustling sound from the bathroom reassured York Charlie.

The room was lit with a sweet orange scented aromatherapy and the air was a little sweet, York Charlie didn’t like the smell, he left the balcony door open and a cold breeze poured in, the floor to ceiling curtains fluttering along with the bed veil.

The curtains and the bedspread fluttered. Along with them were the bound papers on the dresser, which York Charlie wouldn’t have seen if it weren’t for the sound of turning pages.

Next to it was a brown paper bag with the headline “the Russell Group”.

York Charlie closed the balcony door behind him, and all was quiet again.

He’d been too busy to pay attention to Blanche Capra these days, and she’d taken advantage of the fact that she’d gone looking for these and never recognized herself as Brandi…

York Charlie flipped through the information and his heart was beating faster.

Blanche Capra still cared about the the Russell family mystery from back then, if she knew about it, in her current state of mind she would have a breakdown, but what good would it do to know, it would only mess up her life now.

Brandi, stop investigating.

As York Charlie pondered, Blanche Capra had showered and walked out of the bathroom, she had been happy to see him, however, when she saw that behind him was the dresser, the file she hadn’t put away.

Blanche Capra was a little flustered but she didn’t let him notice, “How did you find the time to come back? The company should be busy these days.”

“Do you believe me when I say I missed you so much I came back.” York Charlie wrapped his arms around her, he held her so tightly that both of their hearts were beating the same, fast.

Faster and faster.

Blanche Capra was suddenly a little disappointed, but he wouldn’t see it, that’s the beauty of hugs.

“You’ve been reading that stack of information, too, haven’t you?” This time she initiated the conversation, and York Charlie didn’t want to cling to it like he had before, just to confirm that she was Brandi.

Releasing his embrace, Blanche Capra looked at York Charlie with an expressionless face; she was on the verge of a breakdown now.

“Everything the profile says is true, right?”

York Charlie avoided her eyes, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

The more he did, the more she felt that he had nothing to do with what happened back then.

“You have to stop lying to me, back then when THE Russell Group was wiped out and THE Russell family was destroyed, it had something to do with THE Charlie Group, it had something to do with you, didn’t it?”

She had warned herself not to get excited, but how could she be calm, her eyes were red just asking that.

And York Charlie stood dry, his exhaustion replaced by panic as he shook his head, “It’s not what you think?”

“Then tell me the truth.”

“No truth, but it’s not what you think either.”

She’d taken enough bullets anyway, was she afraid of this one?