Master Charlie Was Tricked By A Woman

The weather was changeable these days, and Blanche Capra didn’t like the feeling of her heels getting wet, and rarely went out and about.

Mrs. Selena had to go to the Charlie family herself to find her.

In the master bedroom, Blanche Capra was still lying in bed, half asleep.

The maid knocked on the door, “Miss Capra, someone is here to see you.”

“Who is it?” It was early in the morning to disturb her.

Blanche Capra had a bad case of wake up call, and she didn’t look good when she sat up.

“She says she’s Shireen Miller’s mom.”

Blanche Capra frowned, what was Mrs. Selena doing here looking for her? Was it hard to come after her specifically to beat her up?

It had been a while since the miscarriage, York Charlie had given the Miller family a lot of favors and that had set it right.

If Mrs. Selena came back again and was rude to her, then she wouldn’t be polite.

“Got it, let her in.”

Blanche Capra added a tunic and yawned her way downstairs.

Mrs. Selena’s hands clenched involuntarily as soon as she saw Blanche Capra, she had to be stoic.

She greets Blanche Capra with a big smile, “Sorry to disturb Miss Capra’s rest.”Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

Blanche Capra wondered if Mrs. Selena was off her meds, the last time they met they beat her up and called her a slut and now they were calling her Miss Capra.

“How come Mrs. Selena came to me? Aren’t you afraid Shireen Miller will get mad?” Blanche Capra came downstairs and sat down opposite her.

The maid self-consciously brought her a glass of lemonade and left of her own accord.

Mrs. Selena thought to herself that Blanche Capra was good enough, now that the maids were defaulting to her as Mrs. Charlie.

“Why don’t you say something?”

Blanche Capra veiled her face, although her face is a little pale, but the victory is in the temperament of warmth and generosity, and the corners of the eyes of the eyebrows look like they have been carefully sculpted.

Such good skin, but unfortunately the essence is a bitch.

Mrs. Selena held back the mockery in her heart and lowered her stature to speak frankly with Blanche Capra, “It’s like this, Shireen Miller said that she realized that she was also responsible for her last miscarriage, so she wanted to ask you out for a drink, and also to settle the enmity.”

Blanche Capra didn’t believe it, there was no way that Shireen Miller would think that way.

“Your daughter really said that?”

“Yes, she gave me her address.” Mrs. Selena handed Blanche Capra the paper with the address of the bar and lifted her teacup to drink her tea.

Blanche Capra glanced at it, “Sorry, I’m afraid I can’t make it.”

“Why.”

“I’m not in the mood to meet with her, this weather is making my mind foggy and I just want to get a good night’s sleep at home.”

Mrs. Selena wanted to fight a little more, however Blanche Capra had already beat her to it and called the maid over, “See the guest off and remember to give her the umbrella.”

“Yes.”

With that, Mrs. Selena reluctantly left.

After she left, the professional fake smile Blanche Capra had been maintaining retracted as she grimaced and crumpled the note into a ball and threw it into the trash.

“Trying to get me to come to your place to live again, think I’m stupid.”

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Shireen Miller receives a message from Mrs. Selena – she’s exposed herself to Blanche Capra, who won’t come.

She’s angry, but there’s nothing she can do about it; Mrs. Selena is no match for that man-child Blanche Capra.

When she got through this, she could go straight to Blanche Capra to settle the score.

After a few days of working the night shift, Shireen Miller was finally able to leave work at the beginning of the day, and it had been a long time since she’d seen the store with all the lights on.

The sound of heels walking on the wet ground after a rainfall, caught in the sand friction, was louder.

A gust of wind blew, dead leaves fell, and Shireen Miller’s skirt rolled up as she lugubriously covered the train.

This weather was so strange.

She was in a trance, oblivious to the fact that a sports car had pulled up beside her, and four young men were smiling and looking at her with contemptuous, and lewd, eyes.

“Missy Miller.”

Called so, Shireen Miller realized their presence, and she wasn’t surprised, she only felt a headache.

These four brothers are all the Miller family’s nemesis’s sons, in the past, when she was in a good position, the other party was interested in relying on the marriage to pull the Miller family together, the Miller family simply did not see it, and the matter of proposing a marriage also passed.

Now the Miller family is not compared to the previous scenery, not to mention, she Shireen Miller has long since not that big lady.

Shireen Miller knew what they were up to, so she ignored them and insisted on moving forward.

However, the dudes just slowly drove along, and verbally harassed her while doing so.

“Miss Miller, I don’t know if you’re out of the stage, how much is it a night?”

“If you don’t mind, we’ll take you to have fun, we’ll pay for it and you’ll be our playmate, that’s a good deal, right?”

“It’s exciting to think about it.”

Shireen Miller had heard this kind of dirty talk in nightclubs for a long time, and had already seen it, she still walked very fast, not even looking at them, let alone responding.

The other party was enraged by her attitude, so they stopped the car and the four of them surrounded her, blocking her way.

“You little bitch, you have no shame when I give you face.”

Shireen Miller was grabbed by the hair and slapped.

After tackling Shireen Miller, they manhandled her up and down.

Shireen Miller struggles and yells for help, but her mouth is covered.

“Don’t forget your family still needs my family to cover you right now, you’ve had one set of nude pictures taken, wouldn’t mind a few more.” He said and was about to shove Shireen Miller into the car.

Shireen Miller stomped on the car door for dear life and refused to get in.

Tears were streaming down her face, and instead of a clear conscience, her aggravation was rewarded with increased arousal.

“It’s called retribution, get it?”

“In the past, when we hit on you, you still had that look of love and disregard.”

“Now we want you on your knees begging for mercy.”

Shireen Miller was no match for them physically and slowly went limp and was about to be taken into the car when a black Lincoln was beside the sports car and Blanche Capra got out of the backseat of the car and yelled, “WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!”

Blanche Capra pulled out her cell phone to take their picture and they immediately let go of Shireen Miller and weakly said, “We’re just arguing.”

Then immediately they got back into the sports car and sped off.

Blanche Capra grunted, “These boys know their place.”

Shireen Miller was easily rescued and she gasped, feeling like she was alive again.

Blanche Capra handed over a tissue in a nonchalant manner, “Wipe those tears, the street’s really out of whack.”

Shireen Miller took it and then felt the irony and sneered, “What are you doing? A cat crying for mercy? Or did you come all this way to see me in my ugly state.”

“I don’t know those dudes, and you think too highly of yourself.” Blanche Capra pursed her lips and turned sideways toward her, “I’m just sick of seeing this kind of thing happen on my watch, it has nothing to do with personal vendettas.”

If it had been someone other than Shireen Miller being held hostage today, she would have saved her just the same.

However, it was strange to say, how could this world be so small and let her run into Shireen Miller.

She didn’t want to fight with Shireen Miller anymore, she didn’t have the strength.

Shireen Miller didn’t know Blanche Capra had such a side, she sneered, “How does it feel to play the good old boy? Isn’t it great?”

“Please come to your senses, I’m the one who saved your life and this is how you respond to me?”

Shireen Miller lowered her head and clutched a tissue in her hand, she just couldn’t stand to see Blanche Capra play nice, it made her look even more hypocritical.

Seeing Blanche Capra all dressed up in designer clothes and chauffeured to her Lincoln by York Charlie, and looking at her own mess, Shireen Miller’s anger grew.

Grateful?

How could it be.