Master Charlie Was Tricked By A Woman

In the past, York Charlie was busy with his work and Blanche Capra’s exposure was too high, so there were only a handful of places they’d been together, and in each place, Blanche Capra had stayed for a long time.

There’s nothing else for her to do but think about York Charlie.

One fine morning, however, a visit from Francesca Jones brings her something unexpected.

Blanche Capra, not expecting him, hurriedly changed her clothes and went downstairs to order the maid, “Pour Mr. Francesca a cup of coffee and bring some pastries.”

“Yes.”

Blanche Capra sat down, her expression not quite natural, unable to say whether it was fear or nervousness.

Apparently, she thought he was going to bring her news of York Charlie.

Francesca Jones was eager to satisfy the longing in her eyes, but it was true that there was no news of York Charlie at all, as if he had evaporated.

“I came to see you today to tell you about some new discoveries I’ve made.”

In fact, Blanche Capra had asked Francesca Jones to investigate the Russell family and the Charlie family, and it was only now that he finally got to the bottom of it.

Francesca Jones was afraid that Blanche Capra would have another emotional breakdown if she told her at this juncture, but when she thought about the fact that she was now the walking dead, it would be better for her to transfer the pain and not to keep dwelling on the pain of York Charlie’s disappearance.

So Francesca Jones came anyway.

Blanche Capra thought it was something to do with York Charlie, and the eagerness in her eyes made her look finally a little energized, but so overstimulated that her hands were shaking along with her voice as she spoke, “Is it about York? Is there-”

“It’s not about him.” Francesca Jones stopped her words before she kept her hopes up.

Blanche Capra’s eyes dropped, “Oh, so you came to see me about?”

She didn’t know what else to divert her attention from.

All she had on her mind right now was York Charlie.

“The last time you asked me to look into the matter of THE Russell family versus THE Charlie family, there has been a final result,” Francesca Jones said, as he scrutinized Blanche Capra’s facial expression.

Her drooping eyes lifted again, still rounded, her bloodless lips slightly parted, and it was clear that his visit had been so sudden that it had caught her off guard.

She couldn’t believe that the truth she had been searching for, for which she had misunderstood York Charlie so many times and for which she had thrown away her past, had finally surfaced.

If she had known it earlier, she and York Charlie wouldn’t have had so many fights.

Nor would they have let things get to the point where they are now.

Francesca Jones breaks down his findings into a vein and analyzes them with Blanche Capra in order to convince her that he’s not lying to her and that this time it’s the actual truth.

The first conclusion, “the Russell family couple, that is, your parents were assassinated by the Howard family, the group, the family fortune, the people, all of them are behind the Howard family, the Charlie family is in the middle of the situation and can’t even try to help, he He can’t protect himself.”

Blanche Capra was shivering all over, and the room was warm.

It was her heart that was cold.

Adjusting her breathing to keep her wits about her, she asked Francesca Jones, “What about the conflict I had with York Charlie? Was it the Howard family’s fault too?”

“York Charlie knew at that time that the Russell family couple died and you were left alone, the Howard family wouldn’t leave anyone alive, he wanted to save you, but he was too young at that time and didn’t think thoroughly enough.”

York Charlie went out of his way to pretend to break his relationship with her and create the illusion of setting her up just to protect her, who knew that good intentions had gone bad and made THE Howard family realize that Blanche Capra was a pawn that could still be used.

So, after Blanche Capra mistakenly believes that York Charlie has abandoned her, Moore Howard lends a sympathetic hand and a plan for revenge is born.

From the beginning to the end, Blanche Capra is like the Howard family’s puppet, from the time the Russell family is destroyed by the Howard family, she is like the Howard family’s trophy, but she is also just a pawn that can be discarded at will.

And York Charlie is as much a part of this misunderstanding as his family’s business is a part of the conglomerate’s rivalry, appearing to have fame and fortune, but actually being caught in the middle, caught between a rock and a hard place.

Blanche Capra was so angry that she couldn’t breathe, and her internal organs, which hadn’t fully healed, were aching from the ups and downs of her emotions, so she covered her heart and closed her eyes.

Francesca Jones saw this and asked the maid to bring up her medicine.

Blanche Capra took the medicine and felt better, she gasped for air, her tears had dried up and there were no words to express the deep sorrow she felt inside, she was just angry now.

The Howard family had stepped on so many bones over the years to get to this point, and their hands were stained with blood.

She couldn’t forgive Moore Howard for getting away with it.

Blanche Capra told the maid to go to the police, “Tell them that the extermination case of THE Russell family back then has finally come to light, and have the police come to us.”

“Okay.”

“Wait a minute.” Francesca Jones stopped her, “It’s not too late for you to call the police when I’m done, THE Howard family did more than one evil thing.”

Leaving the financial crimes aside, Francesca Jones was going to say old George’s death.

“I’ve got all the evidence found and organized, and it’s all but proven that Moore Howard is old George’s murderer.”

“Moore Howard was present at the hospital on the day old George died, he went into old George’s room, old George was dying and needed an oxygen tube to hold on, Moore Howard cut off his oxygen tube.”

A simple, straightforward killing without a moment’s hesitation. If I were to praise Moore Howard, I would have to think that he is truly a gifted killer.

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As to why no one questioned that it was an oxygen tube at the time, it was because a nurse helped cover it up for Moore Howard, who had plotted early on to approach the nurse, socialize with her, and ask her to do things for her.

The nurse did so, but her conscience was so troubled that she quit her job, broke off her relationship with Moore Howard, and kept the incriminating evidence with her.

It was through her that Francesca Jones found the key piece of evidence.

Blanche Capra was not surprised by the outcome, holding onto the arm of the couch, her appearance frail but her look tinged with fortitude, she shook her head with a look of emotion, “I just can’t believe there are still such bad people in this world.”

“The dark side of this world is far more frightening than you can imagine.” Francesca Jones added, “Didn’t you just say you were going to call the police? You can call the police now, neither of these cases are beyond the period of public prosecution.”

“I’ll go right now.” Blanche Capra stood up, her ghastly white face and frail figure making her look so fragile.

Francesca Jones suddenly took her hand, “You have to remember, don’t give up hope so easily, and don’t give up on yourself, maybe Moore Howard is waiting in the distance right now for us to break down, and he’s going to come in with a proffer.”

Blanche Capra turned back, she hooked the corners of her mouth in a forced but better than expressionless smile, “I know, thank you for your help, I really don’t know what I would have done without you.”

As soon as the words left her mouth, Blanche Capra saw Francesca Jones’ face light up with joy, she knew she’d said something that could easily get his hopes up and then changed her tone, “I’m glad to have you as a friend.”

“All right, get on with it.” Francesca Jones had read her mind long ago and he let go.

Looking at her back, Francesca Jones’ chest suddenly surged with a wave of sourness and bitterness.