Master Charlie Was Tricked By A Woman

Shireen Miller came with the police and the hotel manager and Blanche Capra was saved.

Seeing that Shireen Miller’s skirt was torn to shreds, Blanche Capra took off her own long trench coat, converted it into a one-piece skirt in three tries, put it around her and buttoned it up.

Blanche Capra is finally relieved to see that she is unharmed except for her hands, which are red, and her hair, which is a bit disheveled.

Helping her fix her messy hair, Blanche Capra still asked her uneasily, “They haven’t done anything to you yet, have they?”

“No.” Shireen Miller dutifully shook her head.

It was as if they were sisters.

When they came out of the police station, Blanche Capra’s facial expression was even heavier than Shireen Miller’s. On the contrary, Shireen Miller was much more relaxed; after all, such luck as the Tiger’s Mouth doesn’t come to everyone.

And because of Blanche Capra, Shireen Miller had it three times.

She couldn’t help but laugh out loud, startling Blanche Capra, “What’s wrong with you? Mentally stimulated?” She had just been through that kind of danger and she was actually laughing now.

“No, I was thinking that the comrade police officer wouldn’t remember us, this is the second time we’ve come to the police station together.”

Shireen Miller finished before Blanche Capra realized that she was laughing helplessly, “So what a sinful fate this is.”

The street was windy, and fearing that Shireen Miller was cold and Blanche Capra was freezing herself, Blanche Capra offered to get in the car and talk.

“Anyway, how did you know I was there? Just happen to run into each other again?” Shireen Miller asked her, now that she wasn’t going to wonder if she did it.

If Blanche Capra was going to do it, why come to her rescue.

Blanche Capra shook her head, “No, I heard from Moore Howard that he was behind this, and I got the address when I set him up.”

Shireen Miller guessed it was Moore Howard too.

Her white shoulders trembled slightly, and she didn’t know whether it was from anger or from afterthought.

“Moore Howard can do anything now, in the future when you meet him, it’s better not to fight with him, he didn’t know that I came over today, and those people he invited should not be able to come out for a while, there is no way to snitch.”

Blanche Capra’s thoughtfulness surprised Shireen Miller a little.

She had done that to her once, and she hadn’t thought twice about it.

Blanche Capra saw the way she was moved to tears and then turned the tables, “I haven’t forgotten what you did to me before, I just can’t see that happening to women.”

“I know, it’s not like I said anything.”

They suddenly ran out of things to say and the atmosphere was a little awkward.

It was Shireen Miller who finally opened up, “I’m really, really sorry for everything I did to you before, it’s a good thing I didn’t pull it off or I would have regretted it for the rest of my life.”

She didn’t want to be like Moore Howard, she just wanted York Charlie at first.

Now, she’s finally looking past that.

Blanche Capra thought to herself, “Is she off her meds today? Actually apologizing to her?

As she was about to speak, her cell phone suddenly rang.

It’s a call from Lorcan George.

Blanche Capra recalled the previous incident and was wary of him, but still picked up the phone, “Just tell me what you have to say?”

“By the sound of your voice, you don’t want to hear from me anymore.” Lorcan George’s heart ached vaguely, the relationship he had carefully guarded for so many years was ruined.

All thanks to York Charlie.

Blanche Capra had treated him, naturally, much better than she had treated Moore Howard.

“That’s not so bad, I’m just pissed that the way you’ve been working with Moore Howard is a carbon copy of him.”

She wasn’t in much of a position to say that about anyone else is all though, she’d come close to losing her mind herself.

Lorcan George’s tone was suppressed and withdrawn, “I don’t work with Moore Howard anymore, rather I hear you’re closer to him.”

“Yes, is that why you called today?” Blanche Capra disliked, she didn’t want anyone else meddling in her affairs without permission.

Lorcan George paused for a moment, “No, I called because I wanted to come and let you know that if I’ve done anything to wrong you then it was really forced upon me, and I have my reasons.”

His voice suddenly had warmth to it, only the message conveyed disturbed Blanche Capra a little.

“What are you talking about? What are you going to do next?” She was still on cloud nine, but there was always a sense of foreboding in the back of her mind.

Lorcan George wouldn’t reveal any more, “I’m sorry.”

He hung up.

Blanche Capra didn’t think it was simple, she immediately called Moore Howard, and as soon as she got through to him she questioned him, “Did you pull Lorcan George into working for you again?”

Moore Howard, still addicted to alcohol this time, responded to her slowly, “How dare I touch his big young man, he cut off contact with me after my accident.”

“But I’ve just heard-” Blanche Capra said before Moore Howard could catch up with her, “I’ve heard that Lorcan George is going to assassinate York-Charlie, right? Charlie’s assassination, right, and he called me once to ask me if York Charlie was responsible for old George’s death, and when I said yes, he decided to go for it.”

Blanche Capra’s heart exploded. She couldn’t tear herself away from him yet on the bright side, she had to stay neutral.

“I know.”

Hanging up the phone, Blanche Capra asked her driver to take Shireen Miller back first, while she took a cab to the hospital.

Never let Lorcan George hurt York Charlie, not even in death.

…

Lorcan George got out of the car and he looked at the open doorway. Expressionless, he lowered his head into his gloves, surreptitiously hiding his knives in his cuffs, the curved brim of his hat bathing half his face in shadow.

Hateful eyes, furrowed brow, he changed his breath, determined to do this.

And that was to kill York Charlie.

A little closer to his destination, his excitement and hatred heated up a little, spreading throughout his body and mind.

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He couldn’t get the name out of his head.

He had thought that for Blanche Capra’s happiness, he might forgive him and let it go.

How could he, York Charlie was his father’s murderer, and now he was just returning the favor, being a murderer too.

Pushing open the door of the hospital room, Lorcan George saw York Charlie sitting on the hospital bed, reading the newspaper, with a relaxed look.

They looked at each other in disbelief and York Charlie was instantly alert, “What did you come to see me about?”

“You know about my father, you can’t have just forgotten after all that time.” Lorcan George sneered, dropping his hand, the tip of his knife peeking out of his sleeve, glinting with a shimmering light.

York Charlie was equally expressionless, “I know, I’m sorry for your loss.”

He didn’t see the point of Lorcan George coming to him about this, this matter had nothing to do with him at all.

York Charlie’s cold attitude angered Lorcan George, like a bit of burning coals falling into a barrel of oil, it exploded all at once, the flames consumed reason and devoured the last bit of his hesitation.

Lorcan George quickly took out his knife, “I’ve come to avenge my father’s death now.”

When he finished, he was answered not by York Charlie, but by Blanche Capra, who had rushed in, “That’s not it, calm down.”

It was impossible for him to calm down at this point, he stabbed at York Charlie, who couldn’t dodge.

Lorcan George was already thinking of the image of the tip of the knife piercing his skin.

But he never expected Blanche Capra to suddenly step in between them at that moment, and she unfolded her hand in front of York Charlie.

She blocked the knife for York Charlie.