Master Charlie Was Tricked By A Woman

As Blanche Capra stood under the colourful neon lights of the Garland Club, she gave a rather bemused glance at the grinning Lorcan George, with an expression that said: this is where you’re taking me? All this mystery?

Obviously, she was disappointed.

Lorcan George had, after all, played with her since she was a child, and a look from her own eyes was all it took. But he still smiled and pulled her up, “It’s a great place to have a good time.”

Yeah, Blanche Capra thought silently, and she knew that she usually followed the big spenders with the elite to socialise and came here from time to time. It was just that she didn’t actually like the messy, blush-inducing atmosphere.

It was a game.

Even if it was just for fun, the throbbing atmosphere would make her slightly nervous.

Sure enough, as Lorcan George entered one of the booths, he called for a game of cards with a few people present, and as soon as Lorcan George spoke, a bright golden colour shot out from the spinning, colour-changing lamps hanging from the ceiling: and landed directly on one person.

Blanche Capra just glanced over.

He was sitting in the corner of the upholstered sofa, his upper body erect and slightly pressed back, the brownish-red backrest of the sofa a backdrop to his dark blue leisure suit, which he wore without a tie, and inside, his white shirt was loosely fastened with the top three buttons, revealing his sexy collarbone and half of his chest.

Unlike the springy one he’d seen in the hotel, he was, at this point, all ascetic and exuding a mesmerizing attraction.

Blanche Capra’s breath caught in her throat, and she looked into York Charlie’s dark eyes that shimmered with a bit of gold, where they harboured imperceptible warmth and softness, like the shimmering waters of the sunlit sea.

Then, at last, she moved away from the eyes that rested on him with the utmost unnaturalness.

Blanche Capra this glance, long, in the eyes of outsiders, but only a moment. But to those in the know, like York Charlie himself, like Lorcan George, it was much more than that.

For a long time afterwards, Lorcan George would think of that long stare with an indescribably sour and enlightened feeling in his heart.

He thought that perhaps from that moment he had realized that he would lose her after all?

But at that time, he was defiant.

It was as if there was a sudden impulse to fight against fate.

There was a little bit of defiance, a little bit of stubbornness.

He suddenly spoke, “Everyone! I’d like to introduce you all to my future girlfriend, Blanche Capra!”

With a full-on smirk on his brow, it quickly faded a trifle as he turned to Blanche Capra, and was replaced with a vague sense of unease and anticipation. Paradoxical in the extreme.

Blanche Capra froze.

York Charlie remained seated, unable to read his expression.

Others in the room, however, were animated.

“Young Master George, this is the beautiful woman you threw away thousands of dollars yesterday to win a smile from a beautiful woman, isn’t it?”

“Yes, yes, yes! It’s really her! Such a big beauty really lives up to her name!”

“Young Master George, you’re really something! That runway show yesterday was broadcast live on the entire internet! It was so high profile and sensational!”

“Why are you still a future girlfriend? Sooner or later, she’ll be a girlfriend!”

Lorcan George laughed and replied, his emotions were also ignited, in order not to let Blanche Capra feel uncomfortable, immediately urged a few people to play cards.

It was at this moment that a low, strong voice drifted into the crowd’s ears.

“I’ll come with you!”

The box was clearly a bit loud and boisterous. The bass-heavy metal music, the sounds of several people talking and laughing, all echoed and surrounded the venue. And York Charlie was sitting a bit off to the side.

But for some reason, his voice wasn’t too loud, it just came through. Just enough for everyone to hear, especially Lorcan George, who was on the other side of the conversation.

So penetrating.

Like the man he was, everywhere he went, he was a presence that was never to be ignored.

Blanche Capra thought so.

Thoughts tumbled.

She realized that she seemed to be paying him a great deal of attention again, as she had done so long ago!

A sense of crisis then came to her mind.

Subconsciously she pressed to her heart, trying to soothe the throbbing unrest.

Over there Lorcan George raised an eyebrow and accepted York Charlie’s challenge.

The two matched hands.

Blanche Capra watched, knowing that Lorcan George was a much better poker player than she herself was, and that she lost more than she won at parties with her friends.

But how could she compete?

Her poker skills, well, they sucked.

So there was no doubt that Lorcan George would lose miserably against York Charlie.

On York Charlie’s side, he was originally aiming at Lorcan George, and his hand was several times sharper than his usual, and he directly beat Lorcan George to death.

On the surface of the light-hearted President Charlie, in his heart is a storm, angry. Who let him steal his woman!

So, York Charlie won many battles and Lorcan George lost many battles.

Blanche Capra saw Lorcan George losing money all the time, in her opinion, Lorcan George is one of her own people, letting her own people keep losing money is not letting her lose money? For her, it’s not easy to make money nowadays, it’s such a heartbreaking thing to cut her flesh! Moreover, the opponent who was attacking and pressing was the one who had brought it on himself!

She frowned and couldn’t stand to watch anymore, so she excused herself and said she had to go to the washroom, turned around and left.

Blanche Capra came out of the box, and took a long breath, shaking her head and shaking her brain to feel calmer.

In the box, York Charlie saw Blanche Capra go out, so he threw away the card “self-destruction”, early exit, also out of the box to the washroom.

The restrooms in the Garland are just like those in any other hotel, men’s left and women’s right, with a long row of sinks in the middle.

And across the way was the aisle lit with ghostly blue and blue wall sconces.

Blanche Capra had just come out of the women’s bathroom and was standing on the opening when she saw a familiar figure, one metre nine above sea level, walking down the ghostly blue aisle diagonally across from her.

The light pulled his figure even more slender and upright.

But she suddenly panicked, subconsciously turned around and walked towards the ladies’ toilet.

Her mind went blank, not thinking at all about what his reaction would be. She was a bit of a mess right now, and she didn’t want to see him alone until she had regained control of herself!

So she was more than a little surprised that York Charlie actually came right in after her!

York Charlie watched with some amusement and some displeasure as she ducked in at the sight of her.

She was like a nimble rabbit.

But he was the hunter who was determined to get her, where could she hide?

York Charlie was soon close enough to reach out and grab one of her arms.

Blanche Capra looked at him with some annoyance.

What she didn’t know was that her black and white eyes were smouldering with a pale blue, pale blue ethereal light, so seductive that it seemed enough to charm the world.

But it was not willing to charm him.

There was a revulsion and resistance in her eyes that could not be ignored.

It was revulsion and resistance to him, York Charlie.

York Charlie was stung by this knowledge.

His pupils contracted sharply, and his right hand, which was holding her arm, closed hard, bringing her head-on into his arms. Then, irresistibly, his left hand restrained the back of her head, causing her to raise her head slightly.

The cold lips then fell straight down.

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York Charlie tried to probe deeper.

But Blanche Capra wouldn’t allow it.

She clenched her teeth, stubbornly immobile.

York Charlie, however, did not force her any further, and seeing the resistance in her eyes, his heart ached again, and he couldn’t help but mock slightly, “Blanche Capra, you’ve got a great way of seducing Lorcan George! What? Don’t even bother to use it on me anymore?”