Master Charlie Was Tricked By A Woman

York Charlie’s kisses grew deeper and heavier, and Blanche Capra’s head was spinning and her chest was getting so tight she could barely catch her breath. With one mighty push, she pushed him away from her.

York Charlie’s hand was injured, and with Blanche Capra pushing back, the two of them were easily separated. York Charlie’s lips and tongue exhaled a rolling tide of heat, and Blanche Capra was breathing heavily, she hurriedly stood up without looking into his heavy eyes, and scrambled to leave as if she was carrying something in her chest.

Walking out of the hospital room, tears came to her eyes.

I wondered who else in the world, like her and him, loved with such twists and turns, and back and forth it looked as if the clouds were clearing, but it turned out to be still deep in the clouds?

Blanche Capra walked out of the hospital with a pale face.

Thinking about what she was going to do, it dawned on her that she hadn’t yet told York Charlie about the disturbance by the workers’ families and the assurances she had taken the liberty of making. Her own behavior could only temporarily suppress the workers’ unrest, and if the Charlie Group still didn’t come down with any real money in another two days, those people’s temporary trust in her would be swept away.

At that time, there was no telling what kind of things they would do.

Blanche Capra sighed and continued to walk out, when suddenly a child bumped into her.

Blanche Capra was startled as the child fell to the ground oohing and ahhing, she rushed to pick him up, “What’s wrong? Did you hit anything?”

The child stood up, shook his head and said, “Big sister, do you have any candy?”

Blanche Capra froze, candy? She didn’t really have any.

The child then made a bitter face, “How can I give you the information without sugar, you have to give me a payment, right? That’s the rule in the jianghu.”

Blanche Capra heard his words clearly and instantly cried and laughed a little. This is only a few years old child ah, how to open his mouth on the rules on the jianghu? Could it be that he was role-playing?

“Little brother,” Blanche Capra had to say, “Sister does not have time to play with you, you find other children to play together, adults do not play this.” She was about to leave.

The little boy quickly pulled her back, “Eh … no no no, you can’t leave, I came with a message, if you leave who will I find to get paid!”

Blanche Capra turned back helplessly, “You can find someone else ah, sister really no sugar …”

The little boy suddenly touched up the back of his head, said with some distress, “But the person I’m looking for is you ah, long black hair, very white skin is very good-looking, wearing a coat the same color as chocolate, is not it you?”

Blanche Capra froze, and suddenly had a shuddering feeling. She subconsciously looked toward the crowd and hastily withdrew her eyes, the words of the little boy in front of her, but it gave her a sense of fear that there was a pair of eyes around her watching her, watching her.

“What did you … you say?” Blanche Capra settled down, “Did someone send you to me?”

The little boy nodded, but immediately added, “I’m not going to tell you who it is, though! It’s a rule of the jungle!”

Blanche Capra squeezes out a smile, “What message did that person ask you to bring to me, little brother?”

The little boy thought her smile looked like she was trying to eat a bully and took a step back, “You have to pay me before I can give you the news!”

Blanche Capra looked at his guarded look and darkened her face slightly, the corner of her mouth twitched, “But you can only give me this information, it’s useless to give it to anyone else isn’t it?”

The little boy nodded, “Yes.”

“What then?” Blanche Capra continued, “Why don’t I give you the money and buy the candy myself?”

The little boy cocked his head for a moment, as if weighing which was better, money or candy, and finally he nodded, rather grudgingly, “Well, since you can’t get any candy out of me, you can give me the money, but there won’t be a next time!”

As he spoke, he went digging into his shirt, digging deeper and deeper as he went.

Blanche Capra was really crying more and more. What’s wrong with kids these days? It’s like they’ve come to life. Their brain structure is different from that of children in the past. When he finally pulled something out, it was a folded note.NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

Blanche Capra also took out her wallet and pulled out a bill.

“Payment in one hand. Delivery in one hand, deal made!” A childish but pretendedly mature voice spoke.

Blanche Capra took the note, her mind long gone from joking with the child, who had even politely said goodbye to her.

Blanche Capra looked around the neighborhood and slowly unfolded the folded note-

“If you want to know the truth about the year, go to this place …” with an address attached.

Blanche Capra’s heart skipped a beat.

Her eyes were fixed on the words in front of her, as if she were trying to discern something.

How could someone suddenly give her an address like that at this time? She had looked up so many things about that year, but apart from that last one, the Charlie Group planning was almost no practical gain at all. Just when she had put this matter to the back of her mind and was even about to forget about it for a while, this note appeared again.

Blanche Capra was sensitive to the fact that there was no such thing as coincidence.

It meant that her secret lookup was, in fact, known to someone else. And this person, again at this time, sent her such an address, an address that could let her know the truth of that year, Blanche Capra had to suspect the purpose of this person.

But the desire for the truth makes her care less. Even if it’s a trap, even if there’s nothing there at all, she’s still going to find out.

With that thought, Blanche Capra had decided. She looked back at the hospital building for a moment before finally skimming her eyes again and setting off towards the address on the note.

What was there, really? The truth, what was it? Blanche Capra dreamed of finding out.

…

A city, a small town on the outskirts of the city.

Blanche Capra followed the address on the note and found a house, looking at the dried radishes drying outside the door, smelling the faint scent of approaching dusk in the air, there were clouds coming from the sky, and a stone on the ground rolled towards her as if it had been kicked by someone accidentally.

Blanche Capra was standing in front of the family’s house and turned back slowly when she heard footsteps behind her.

“You … you little Brandi?!”

Before Blanche Capra could get a good look at the visitor, he had already moved his mouth to utter the words of surprise. Blanche Capra’s eyes hit his before she could see that it was an elderly man with almost completely white hair, and the creases around his eyes were layered and sagging loosely downward.

Blanche Capra’s heart rose in shock.

Although, her memory really can’t recall this old man in front of her, but she always feel that he is very familiar, as if she has seen him somewhere from time to time in the past, her heartbeat accelerated, puzzled to open her mouth, “Old grandpa, you … you know me?”

The old man took two more steps closer, his eyes filled with tears, seemingly nostalgic, seemingly compassionate, “How could I not recognize you? Little Brandi, don’t you remember? I’m Hobart!”

Blanche Capra was stunned in place.