Master Charlie Was Tricked By A Woman

Blanche Capra was furious as she walked away, thinking about the way he had teased her in the fitting room, and she was even more furious now that she had to wait for him next to the car.

York Charlie soon came over, his face was full of smiles, opened the car door for her, waited for her to get into the car, and then walked over to sit in the driver’s seat himself.

York Charlie glanced at her from time to time along the way, but Blanche Capra was still puffed up and didn’t say anything, not even looking at him, and York Charlie thought she was kind of cute like that.

The two of them arrived at their destination in such an atmosphere.

Blanche Capra followed York Charlie out of the car without a word and headed for the banquet hall, where she could see Shireen Miller, dressed to the nines, standing at the door, waiting in anticipation.

As she and York Charlie got closer and closer, Blanche Capra could see the cynicism in her eyes, the pursed lips, the clenched hands.

Shireen Miller tried to suppress the anger in her heart and greeted her with a smile.

“York! Let me take you there!”

York Charlie, however, avoided her without a trace, reaching out to take Blanche Capra aside and saying softly, “Come inside with me.”

York Charlie hadn’t told her he wanted her to accompany him to the party, but she’d roughly guessed that when she’d been made to change at the mall, and then the two of them had come here together, so the answer was really self-evident.Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

Shireen Miller was counting on York Charlie to bring her to the party with him, and how could she not be angry when she had dressed up and waited in the cold for so long, only to see that York Charlie had brought himself?

Blanche Capra smiled faintly, calmly facing every gaze cast on her, only, those gazes are not kind, there is cynicism, there is contempt, even if her heart is broad-minded, but also do not want to hang around in front of these people anymore.

Why should she condemn her body to endure the disgusting gazes of these people if they were so displeased with her? She, Blanche Capra, was not the type to abuse herself.

“I’m tired and want to go over there to rest for a while.” Blanche Capra whispered to York Charlie, gesturing with her finger to the soft seats of the sofa over the hall.

York Charlie was being pulled by his mall partner to keep him from leaving, so he could only nod and let Blanche Capra go over there on her own.

“Anything goes to me first, you hear me?” He said.

Blanche Capra nods.

Blanche Capra sat down on the couch over there with a plate of fruit and boredly ate it with one bite, when suddenly the couch next to her sunk in, and Blanche Capra raised her eyes to see a man sitting up beside her.

“Blanche, it’s been a long time.” Blanche Capra knew him, Moon Wright.

She smiled politely at him, “Long time no see, Moon Wright.”

“What’s keeping you here alone?” Moon Wright asked.

“Just a little tired and wanted to take a break.”

Moon Wright leaned over again and sat a little closer, “Sitting around is too boring, why don’t we have a little chat.”

Moon Wright chatted with Blanche Capra sentence after sentence, and Blanche Capra responded appropriately out of professional habit, while this scene was watched by York Charlie who had been paying attention to this side.

In York Charlie’s eyes, Blanche Capra and Moon Wright were chatting away, and the more he watched, the more upset he became. Shireen Miller saw him without Blanche Capra and came up to him.

“York, can I join you for a drink?”

York Charlie absentmindedly dealt with the situation, his eyes frequently looked to the side of the Blanche Capra, the Moon Wright closer and closer, and even patted her shoulder from time to time, Blanche Capra has not traces to move to the side.

“Blanche, I think you and I really hate each other.” Moon Wright put one arm directly over her shoulder.

Blanche Capra moved away from him resistingly, “Moon Wright, you are drunk.”

“How am I …,” Moon Wright reached out to take her again but felt a heavy hand placed on his shoulder, he looked back to see York Charlie looking at him with a cold face.

Moon Wright instantly withdrew his hand as York Charlie stepped in front of him, holding Blanche Capra back tightly, “Moon Wright want to talk to me?”

Moon Wright, also aware of the relationship between him and Blanche Capra, nodded somewhat awkwardly and sat obediently.

Blanche Capra comes up to York Charlie’s ear, not too loud just enough for all three to hear, “I’m going to the bathroom, you guys talk.”

York Charlie nods.

As soon as Blanche Capra leaves, an indignant Shireen Miller follows.

Blanche Capra is running the water to wash her hands when all of a sudden Shireen Miller’s face appears in the mirror and she hears her voice ringing in her ear, “Blanche Capra, are you having so much fun being someone else’s substitute?”

Blanche Capra kept her head down and didn’t look at her, but her voice was cold, “How I am is none of your business.”

Shireen Miller, still not used to seeing her in this subdued and calm manner, stretched out that bracelet-wearing hand, “None of my business? You want to be York’s wife, but Mrs. Casey has already given me the bracelet that the Charlie family only passes on to their daughters-in-law, I am the daughter-in-law she has decided I am, I am York’s fiancée in name only! With Mrs. Casey here, you’d be crazy to think of marrying into the Charlie family!”

She huffed and puffed, but Blanche Capra just turned off the tap and shook the water from her hands, “None of this, none of this has anything to do with me,” she said in a calm tone, “but have you always been so contrary? ”

Shireen Miller froze, not understanding what she meant, “What?”

Blanche Capra smiled softly, “What did York Charlie say? Don’t you remember? He told you to stop calling him York, but you, ah, were just doing it for him? When he’s not around, you’re still calling him York.”

Shireen Miller didn’t think she could catch her in the act of calling him by an unintentional name, so she was furious and stifled, and then heard her say with emotion, “So affectionate that it’s as if he’s your family’s York. …”

Blanche Capra turned around and was about to leave, not forgetting to remind her as she walked away, “Unfortunately, you have to remember, York is now my family’s, not your family’s.”

Shireen Miller, dismayed to hear such a provocative and warning tone from her, reached out and grabbed her to keep her from leaving so easily, but in her haste she spilled the hand sanitiser on the sink onto the floor.

“You’re not leaving!” Shireen Miller yelled down.

Blanche Capra shook her hand off impatiently, “Why can’t I leave? This is your house? And who are you to get in my business over and over again?!”

Blanche Capra was about to leave after saying that, who would have thought that there would be a sudden thud from behind accompanied by Shireen Miller’s cry of pain, Blanche Capra turned around to see Shireen Miller slipping and falling to the ground.

“My bracelet!” Shireen Miller screams again immediately after.

Blanche Capra went to look closer and the bracelet on her wrist had also hit the floor, smashing right through, scattering pieces of jade bracelets, large and small, all over the black tile.