Master Charlie Was Tricked By A Woman

Blanche Capra did not sleep after Mrs. Casey left, her heart, which had so easily calmed down, was rippled again.

She hated herself for being so easily affected by other people’s words, to the point where she was beginning to wonder if her judgment was correct.

How about, calling for another investigation into this matter?

It was the only way out at the moment – the only way out that would relieve her doubts and distress.

Blanche Capra had wanted to ask Moore Howard, but he was still on the run and she couldn’t reach him, so she had to call the private investigator who had helped her last time.

“The number you have dialed is no longer in service. …”

What’s going on?

Blanche Capra immediately had her men investigate the private investigator’s identity.

On the same day, she got the result, this private detective is also on the run, his crime is not as simple as invasion of privacy, the information shows that he and Moore Howard are accomplices.

In other words, he was once subordinate to Moore Howard.

Something doesn’t feel right …

Blanche Capra couldn’t help but wonder, so much so that she spent the rest of the day with a worried look on her face, and the company watched her face tense up.

When she left work the street lights were already on, the sky was somewhere between black and gray, Blanche Capra felt why this weather was so stuffy, so she opened the car window.

The cold wind poured in like crazy.

The driver asked curiously, “Aren’t you cold, ma’am?”

“Cold? Don’t you guys think it’s stuffy?” Blanche Capra saw the driver’s puzzled look through the rearview mirror and she suddenly understood.

It wasn’t the weather that was stuffy, it was her heart.

What Mrs. Casey had said echoed in her head, playing over and over the same way someone puts a record on a phonograph and forgets to take it off.

York Charlie hadn’t come back either, Moore Howard had said he’d do everything he could to keep him contained in the hospital, and Blanche Capra hadn’t visited him again.

Look at herself, what had become of her?

“I’m in a bad mood, so help me find a neighborhood bar, drop me off there, and go on your way.” Blanche Capra flicked the hair plastered to her face back behind her head, the side of her face growing more defined and pale in the dismal moonlight.

She was also running around these days, both physically and mentally, and was nearing her limit.

For the sake of revenge, she still had to persevere.

The driver didn’t hear her, the car stopped in front of one of the city’s famous nightclubs and Blanche Capra got out, “Go back, I’ll call you if I need you.”

“Okay.”

She turned and frowned, why did this bar seem familiar?

No, it wasn’t a bar.

It was just that, Blanche Capra took a step into the nightclub.

Inside, it was all lit up, surrounded by colorful lights, men and women dancing passionately in the middle of the dance floor, and a hot DJ on stage performing electric music.

Blanche Capra found a seat and ordered a mojito, surrounded by this lively atmosphere, her brain also followed the drowsy.Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

She had no one to look to but the crystal curtains that separated the seats.

Only to overhear Shireen Miller right next door.

She seemed to have done something wrong, and the man sitting there wanted her to make amends, which she wasn’t unwilling to do, and he offered her to spend the night with him.

Shireen Miller was reluctant at this, who knew that the other man would pull out a pocket knife and hold it against her face and threaten her, “If you don’t want your little face scratched up, behave yourself.”

“You’re breaking the law, aren’t you afraid I’ll call the police!” Shireen Miller gave her face a pinch that brought tears to her eyes in pain, but just wouldn’t give in.

She was here to work in a nightclub, not to be their plaything!

“Breaking the law?” The man sneered, not letting go of her because of this instead he squeezed tighter, “You think that scares me?”

The man laughed out loud and the way he laughed landed in Blanche Capra’s eyes made her about to puke.

Obscene and smug.

The knife against Shireen Miller’s face still hadn’t moved, just a millimeter short of the blade touching her face, and Shireen Miller gritted her teeth, sweating with impatience.

The man was still showing off, “I’m a gangster, the law doesn’t control me, and you want to threaten me?”

“The cop was still sleeping his big head off when I was flying leaves at home.”

Blanche Capra silently called the police, “Comrade police, I want to call the police, the other party claims to be a drug addict who mixes with the mob …”

The commotion on their side didn’t affect the atmosphere inside the store, most of the people continued to do what they were doing, letting their brains empty and indulging in a world that looked lively but was actually empty.

Shireen Miller thought to herself that instead of being disfigured, she’d just be good enough to obey them, even though she really didn’t want to.

“I-”

“Hey, how can you be so rude to a lady.” The crystal curtains clashed together with a crisp sound, and Blanche Capra came into Shireen Miller’s view with the man.

Blanche Capra was dressed in a suit overdress and her hair was up, looking much more mature.

The man took one look at another beauty and gave a lewd grin, “You are unaware of what she did to me, and if you were, you’d be in favor of what I’m doing.”

“Or are you a friend of hers?”

“I’m no one, it’s just that I see you as a big man bullying a weak woman like that, would it be a bit too much.” Blanche Capra finished, “Say, how much.”

Shireen Miller took a quiet step back while he was busy with Blanche Capra, and that was all it took for the tiger to get away.

“Is this something money can fix?” The man sneered, “I don’t want money, I want people.”

Blanche Capra burst out laughing, infuriating Shireen Miller, who thought Blanche Capra was gloating.

However, that didn’t seem to be the case.

“What a toad trying to eat swan’s meat, someone like you wants to touch her too, without taking a piss and looking in the mirror.” Blanche Capra finished, the other man was red-eyed with impatience and was going to lay hands on Shireen Miller, Blanche Capra called out to him at that point, “Did you just say you have a mob background?”

“Yes, how else would the man be able to hang around and scratch this little beauty’s face into a flower cat.” He pinched Shireen Miller’s face again and Shireen Miller’s face crumpled in pain.

“I don’t know if you’ve heard of this Francesca Jones character, he’s a friend of mine, he said he can get me whoever I need with one phone call, why don’t I try now?” Blanche Capra picked up the cell phone, she did not really call, she and Francesca Jones have long been out of contact, just heard that he also has a mob background, just take a chance.

I didn’t expect the other party’s face to change, his anger disappeared and he let go of Shireen Miller, “So it’s a friend of Young Master Jones, I’m sorry for the rudeness, you can forget what I just did, I’m just playing around.”

“Playing around?” Blanche Capra sneered, “I wasn’t planning on playing with you.”

The police came at that moment.

Her work had to be suspended when the police took the man away and Shireen Miller followed to take a statement.

When she came out of the police station, she realized that Blanche Capra was still there.

“After all I’ve done to hurt you, why are you still willing to help me three times?” Shireen Miller was a little confused.

Blanche Capra doesn’t understand either, and she chooses to be indifferent.

Unlike last time, Shireen Miller was grateful to her from the bottom of her heart, but couldn’t open her mouth.

“I hear you and Moore Howard have been getting close lately.” Shireen Miller asked her.

Blanche Capra turned her head to look at her, “How do you know?”

Shireen Miller didn’t answer, she seriously reminded Blanche Capra, “You might want to stay away from Moore Howard, he’s only going to hurt you.”