Master Charlie Was Tricked By A Woman

In the hospital, the white light washed away the pain and blood.

The doctor finished bandaging York Charlie’s wound, naturally asked why, Blanche Capra mumbled, York Charlie reacted quickly responded, “I was trying to cut the fruit, and I gave the fruit knife a cut.”

As the nurse bandaged York Charlie’s wound, the doctor approached Blanche Capra, a family member, and said, “Although the wound is not deep, the cut happens to be a venous blood vessel, which could have had dire consequences if it had been delivered too late.”

“I know, I will be careful in the future.” Blanche Capra listened in horror.

She almost did kill York Charlie.

At that time, her heart was about to stop, and along the way, when she saw blood bubbling up, her tears didn’t stop, but it was York Charlie who kept comforting her, “It’s okay.”

“As long as you don’t leave me, this is just a minor injury to me.”

“Blanche, I can’t live without you.”

Blanche Capra’s hatred was washed away all of a sudden, there was no way she could cut her ties with York Charlie, and telling her to kill him was even more impossible.

On the way back, York Charlie fell asleep on her shoulder because he was so tired; he was only so at ease in her presence.

She could never take her eyes off him.

Her thoughts were all over the place.

The next day, York Charlie had just woken up, and hadn’t been warming up to Blanche Capra for long when he received a message from his men – informing him that Blanche Capra had been discredited again, and that her little stab yesterday had become a stabbing.

York Charlie is furious and personally orders his men to find out who took the photo, and he will not let him go.

Blanche Capra is not so-called, she was afraid that he pulled the wound, often can not move his feet, just stand in the study door to watch him work, he touched his arm a bit, Blanche Capra’s heart will follow the pounding a bit.

Nothing would happen to him again, would it?

York Charlie noticed Blanche Capra’s gaze as well, and he turned back, reached out and called to her, “Why don’t you come in? I’m not busy right now.”

“I’m not worried about you pulling your wound here.” Blanche Capra’s eyes flustered and she turned to leave.

Her lack of candor also got to him.

Offering to pull Blanche Capra back, she refused to sit in his arms, and it would be a pain in the ass if she accidentally bumped into it later, “I’ll just sit off to the side.”

“Huh?” He wasn’t listening at all.

Blanche Capra had no choice but to sit on his lap, her movements no more sprawling than before.

York Charlie was taking care of her business, having his assistant issue a statement in his personal name that the report was a rumor, that the injuries he sustained had nothing to do with Blanche Capra, and that, on the contrary, she was the one who drove him to the hospital.

To put it bluntly, she was defending Blanche Capra at every turn.

Blanche Capra looked at the statement and was self-conscious, “I did cause that wound.”

“I’m responsible for it too, and besides, I won’t have people saying you’re imperfect.” York Charlie didn’t think twice, he wasn’t going to budge on this one.

Not realizing that a titular CEO of the Charlie Group would do such thankless and potentially self-destructive things for her, Blanche Capra’s angular heart finally softened and looked at him with the same deep affection she had before.

It belonged to him.

What had started out as a stare-down somehow led to a kiss, or Blanche Capra initiating it.

Tongues tangled between lips and teeth, not giving the other man a chance to catch his breath until he’d pumped the air out of his lungs, and York Charlie’s kiss spread downward.

A crisp ringing interrupted their entanglement and York Charlie answered the phone impatiently, “What’s up?”

“The man behind this has been found.”

“It’s Moore Howard.”

I knew it would be him.

York Charlie wasn’t surprised, but anger had already popped up in his eyes, and he ordered coldly, “Those manipulated pawns should be taken care of first, and I’ll take care of the rest myself back at the company.”

“Okay.”

Once he hung up the phone, Blanche Capra asked him with a frown, “Moore Howard did this?”

“Well, but don’t worry, I won’t let him hurt you, just stay home.” York Charlie carried her to a chair and sat her down, he had to go back to the bedroom to change and go out.

The door to the study was left open and the warm yellow light reflected Blanche Capra’s vaguely worried face, the shadows blocking out the panic under her eyes.

What was Moore Howard up to again?

Was this one aimed at her or York Charlie?

…

Now that it was clear that it was Moore Howard, everything was fine, York Charlie used his usual tactics to suppress the Howard Group, however, the Howard Group had no effect, but rather, it had a tendency to grow.Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

It’s not easy to suppress the Howard Group, and when it doesn’t have a reasonable effect, the partners naturally come to the door and ask him why he didn’t honor his commitments, and he’s survived two at a time.

York Charlie knows that if this continues, he will not be able to suppress the company’s interests. This was a stupid thing to do.

He suspended all targeting of the Howard Group and asked his assistant to look into the reasons behind it.

As it turned out, the best way for a small, shaky company like the Howard Group to fight the Charlie Group was to seek help from another company.

Moore Howard went to Lorcan George.

No, no, I should say that Lorcan George approached Moore Howard and offered him help to keep him afloat.

York Charlie knew what Lorcan George was up to, and now he had the headache of having to deal with two companies that had joined forces, and if he didn’t get a grip, Moore Howard would have to go on to hurt Blanche Capra.

That said, how could Lorcan George let Blanche Capra get caught in the crossfire of gossip?

…

Blanche Capra returns from an afternoon tea and the maid tells her, “President Charlie is back, but not in a very good mood, so please be careful Miss Capra.”

“Got it.” Blanche Capra thought to herself, the photo thing has already been given the go-ahead, and what’s bothering him so much.

She took a shower, didn’t even put on any clothes, wrapped up in her robe and went to York Charlie, she just stood in the doorway watching him.

Usually he’d pick up on the sight of her and tease her.

Today there was no movement at all-York Charlie was fully engaged in his work, and he looked as cold as ever in such cozy light.

Must be something tricky, Blanche Capra thought.

She took it upon herself to approach and peek behind him; the files were all on Moore Howard and Lorcan George, along with recent trips.

Why was York Charlie investigating Lorcan George?

Did he have something to do with this?

“Blanche, when did you get here.” York Charlie only realized her now, he covered the file, but it was too late, Blanche Capra opened her mouth and asked him, “What does this have to do with Lorcan George.”

York Charlie knew he couldn’t hide it and had to come clean.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Blanche Capra didn’t realize how much heartache she was showing him right now.

“I was afraid you’d worry, and besides, isn’t he your friend?” York Charlie hugged her, “Give me some time, I’ll take care of it as soon as I can.”

Watching him bracing himself, preferring to suffer on his own rather than have her share the burden, Blanche Capra’s heart followed, and it hurt so much that she couldn’t break through.

She couldn’t let him suffer alone.

…

the George family, Lorcan George drank a lot of wine at dinner, but was not at all drunk, he went back to his study to rest, but his thoughts messed up his mind.

He had been waiting, waiting for someone to show up for the effect he wanted.

For days, she hadn’t shown up.

Until today.