Master Charlie Was Tricked By A Woman

Breakfast was an extremely simple sandwich and milk, and Blanche Capra took two bites, watching York Charlie look as if he had something to say, when there was a commotion on the other side of the doorway.

It was Shireen Miller.

The butler pushed the pot, “Miss Miller had to come in herself … couldn’t stop her …”

Shireen Miller ignored this and instead gave York Charlie and Blanche Capra a blushing look.

York Charlie was slightly stunned, thinking of last night’s events, and frowned before returning to his normal self.

“York, I came to apologise to Sister Blanche Capra for what happened yesterday …” Shireen Miller looked at the two, her eyes as sincere as they could be.

Blanche Capra watched this with amusement, and she didn’t say anything about that little thing between women.

“Miss Capra, it’s my fault, what happened yesterday was just a moment of childish temper coming up … I’m sorry!” Shireen Miller was like a child begging for forgiveness for a mistake.

Blanche Capra just wanted to applaud and say continue your performance, I did not expect Shireen Miller this person can not act by himself to go directly pushed to Blanche Capra, “Miss Capra, you forgive me not good?”

At that, Blanche Capra let out a laugh, “I’d consider it if you poured that much water on yourself.”

Trying to brush back impression points with an apology? Not a chance.

Shireen Miller’s little face went white and she quietly clenched her fists.

“Well,” Blanche Capra said dryly, seeing that Shireen Miller had half a sentence to say, and knowing that there was nothing more to say, and that she wasn’t in the mood for this breakfast right now, “I’ll be off for the day, then. Something’s come up. Thank you, President Charlie, for your hospitality.”

The tone was polite and detached, and it really looked like that.

York Charlie looked thoughtfully at Blanche Capra.

Shireen Miller sees this and rushes over to help Blanche Capra, “Let me help you! You be careful.”

What a goody-goody.

Blanche Capra couldn’t help but taunt, not realising that Shireen Miller took advantage of York Charlie’s inattention and leaned in to her ear, saying in a voice that only the two of them could hear, “Just wait for me.”

Snorting, Blanche Capra was completely unimpressed.

Unbeknownst to York Charlie, it appeared that the corners of Blanche Capra’s lips quirked up, as if she had thought of something interesting.

Blanche Capra said, “Will do.”

Not only will I wait for you, but I will see you go a little bit into the middle of the infinite darkness and never get up again.

……

Almost home, Blanche Capra was stopped by Lorcan George’s tawdry red sports car.

Lorcan George smiles, “little sweetheart, did you super miss me?”

Blanche Capra idly rolls her eyes, “Not really.”

Lorcan George stepped out of the car and was just about to retort when his eyes caught sight of the hickey on Blanche Capra’s neck.

“little sweetheart … you last night …” Lorcan George asked tentatively.

Eyes fixed on Blanche Capra’s face, keeping an eye out for changes in her expression.

Blanche Capra smiled a little knowing she couldn’t hide it from Lorcan George, “York Charlie’s place. There’s been a little incident. No need to worry.”

As she finished her sentence, she tried to say a few words of relief and saw Lorcan George pursing his lips, obviously not very pleasant.

His sharp gaze fell on his own body, and Blanche Capra instantly thought of what the two of them had carried out with York Charlie last night, her face a little red, and her face a little unnatural.

What sort of man York Charlie was, they both knew well.

Lorcan George had never approved of Blanche Capra going in such a way …

Shrinking, Blanche Capra has little bottom, half a ring, looking at Lorcan George’s face that has not been too good, Blanche Capra said, “We are not all the way, you can rest assured.”

Indeed not all the way, from the beginning.

……

In the afternoon Blanche Capra got a call from the office and had to rush to the office.

When Blanche Capra apprehensively walked into the office, she was immediately met by her agent who was looking through the profiles of several newly promoted models with potential.

“How’s that sprained foot from yesterday?” The agent asked.

Blanche Capra nodded, “Much better.”

After the pleasantries, it was business, and Blanche Capra waited quietly for what he would say.

“That … company has accepted force majeure and decided to snowball you for a while …” the agent said with a bit of hesitation.

It was true that Blanche Capra was not a man to be messed with, and it was not unheard of for him to go against the company.

Blanche Capra brain is thinking, what force majeure?

Blanche Capra paused for a second, then turned to nod with relief, “Got it.”

The unexpected lack of temper tantrums worried the agent a little.

“So it’s all no activities next, right?” Blanche Capra grimaced.

“Yes, after a while.” The agent is also having a heart-to-heart.

Blanche Capra nodded with little resentment.

She’s suffering for money right now, frowning and heading out the door, and the agent is asking her to be all sorts of relieved in the background, saying that there’s nothing a little sleep won’t get her through.

Once she went out, she actually met with Shireen Miller who came out from the president’s office.

Shireen Miller stepped on her high heels and walked up to Blanche Capra with a bright smile and said, “How do you feel?”

It was pretty much a no-brainer.

Blanche Capra had suspected it was her, and now it was all right at once.

Blanche Capra smiles slightly, easily revealing, “Not bad, I guess.”

Not bad? Non-existent, with less money coming in, Blanche Capra just wants to hit someone right now.

Shireen Miller continues to provoke, “Really, don’t come crying and begging to sell your body to me, York.”

Blanche Capra let out a snort, “Come on, you think everyone is like you, treating him like a baby, I’m not so self-inflicted that I want to eat shit.”

Loquacious, Shireen Miller had learnt that the hard way a long time ago.All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

“You!” Shireen Miller was so furious that she wanted to say something but couldn’t swear, so she simply waved her hand and headed for the president’s office again.

Come on, Blanche Capra wear small shoes of the day is afraid to be longer.

Blanche Capra does not care about it, and in the evening, carrying a bag, and then follow Moon Wright to go out to social gatherings in a refreshing manner.

Blanche Capra and Moon Wright seem to have nothing in common, but they are inextricably linked.

When he got out of Moon Wright’s car, he said, “I have a very important customer, if this order is successful, you will also have the benefits, serve you well.”

“As long as I don’t get served in bed, it’s not a problem.” Blanche Capra was a good drinker, so Moon Wright liked to bring her out for these kinds of engagements.

A drinker, a talker, a good-looking, eight-faced character.

In the end, she would get those people drunk, find some random girls and put them in bed, and that was it.

Blanche Capra held Moon Wright’s hand, and together they went to a private room on the first floor.

As soon as she pushed the door, Blanche Capra adjusted her expression to ensure that it was the most perfect smile and walked in frankly and generously.

Once inside, however, Blanche Capra was dumbfounded.

The man sitting in the seat was talking to an assistant-looking person beside him, who was nodding her head in fear.

The man just sitting there alone was already a picture perfect view of the show.