Master Charlie Was Tricked By A Woman

Blanche Capra sighed as she looked at York Charlie, who was sleeping soundly with his arm around her.

Was she going to be too arrogant with him?

But she just couldn’t do anything about him.

“Say what time it is.” Blanche Capra looked under the covers for her cell phone.

The screen lit up and before she could see the time, a call came in.

It was a call from Moore Howard.

Blanche Capra hangs up immediately, and she glances back at York Charlie on the bed; he’s still asleep, and she breathes a sigh of relief.

Haphazardly pulling on a pair of loungewear, she turned to the den when Moore Howard’s call came in again.

“What the hell do you want with me?” Blanche Capra couldn’t have treated him any worse, and she hadn’t forgotten how many times she’d escaped from him.

Moore Howard wasn’t annoyed and smiled, “Am I interrupting your springtime moment with York Charlie?”

“If that’s what you came to say, then I’m hanging up.” Blanche Capra rolled her eyes.

“Tonight, come by the hotel I’m at, I have something to tell you.” Moore Howard’s voice suddenly went cold, finally willing to get down to business.

From that distance, Blanche Capra caught a whiff of danger.

There was no reason for her to be going.

“I have nothing to say to you, and either you’re done talking on the phone or, well, get over it.”

She ended it; he hadn’t.

Moore Howard said bluntly, “Don’t you forget what your relationship with me was in the first place, we were partners, and now that the partners have fallen on their swords, even if they have, would it not be a good idea to be so disrespectful.”

“Partner? I’m just a pawn in your hand, now I won’t play with you.” Blanche Capra had already seen Moore Howard’s true colors, and it would not be good to be with him.

She was going to hang up the phone no matter what Moore Howard was going to say, but she didn’t think that Moore Howard would be mean enough to do that.

“Does York Charlie know I’m partners with you? Or conspired to rise up and rob THE Charlie Group and kill his partner.”

Each word fell on her heart like a stone weighing her down.

Blanche Capra’s shoulders froze, she had a lump in her throat and no retort.

“Moore Howard you scumbag.”

“Likewise to each other, don’t forget your date tonight.” Moore Howard laughed softly and hung up.

Blanche Capra resists the urge to slam the phone down and goes back into the bedroom where York Charlie is awake.

He sat on the edge of the bed, his disheveled hair not detracting from his demeanor or his face, his lean body half-exposed to the air, the small of his back stretching downward covered by the quilt, and the sunlight that crept up over the bed lined him with laziness without being too diffident.

“What are you doing there so early?” York Charlie watched her with a smile on his lips, but his gaze swept over her entire body as quickly as an arrow, finally landing on her cell phone.

Blanche Capra didn’t panic and graciously walked over to meet his embrace and good morning kiss, “My best friend had something come up to me and I answered it in the den because I was afraid I’d wake you up.”

“What did she say?” York Charlie still had the same skeptical attitude, but he looked at her with a soft look in his eyes, and he could only fit her in his eyes.

“Told me to meet her later, that she had something to tell me, and it shouldn’t be anything important.” The more honest Blanche Capra became, the more York Charlie thought something was wrong with her.

She soon realized it as well and blushed, “You still suspect me?”

“Like I said, I’m just afraid you’ll be taken from me, after all, there are so many coyotes in this city.” He kissed her hair, teasing her intentionally.

Blanche Capra doesn’t deny that there are more than a few that want to use her against York Charlie.

Only York Charlie, is truly afraid of her leaving him.

…

The black Lincoln came to a stop in front of the gilded hotel, and Blanche Capra got out, pressing her index finger to her lips as she held it up to the driver at the window.

If York Charlie finds out he’s dead.

The driver nodded knowingly, where he dared to say.This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Blanche Capra glanced up at the door and window of this hotel room and she took a deep breath before graciously stepping inside.

“Hello, how may I help you.”

“I’m looking for Moore Howard.”

“Okay.”

Moore Howard waited in the room for a long time before Blanche Capra came over, and she came in, still with the same haughty demeanor.

Black heels on the coffee table, Blanche Capra opens the door and asks him, “What did you want to see me about?”

She looked around and there were no henchmen standing behind her waiting to give orders, the room looked like a European retro presidential suite.

“Don’t worry, I don’t have a hidden agenda to do anything to you, just sit down and talk.” Moore Howard said, rubbing his hand against Blanche Capra’s ankle as he circled around, the ambiguous maneuver actually belittling her.

Blanche Capra remembers the hard times she used to have, and she slaps his hand away violently and tucks her legs in, which makes her sit down reluctantly, and she just cringes at the sight of Moore Howard now, turning to him on her side, legs folded.

“Speak.” Her manner was still as brusque as ever, and after all those years, it still hadn’t managed to smooth out her edges.

Miss Brandi.

“As you said, you were supposed to be a pawn, and now that you’ve become a discard, I’ve decided to discontinue working with you.” Moore Howard spoke in a single, guttural voice.

Blanche Capra was going to forget about the agreement until he said something.

He placed a document on the coffee table and pushed it towards Blanche Capra; it was the agreement to terminate their partnership.

Moore Howard collapsed backward on the couch, his arms resting on his back, “When we signed the partnership agreement, I thought you were really a good candidate worth investing in, but you ended up disappointing me.”

He hadn’t realized that Blanche Capra would still care about the old feelings and York Charlie’s feelings resurfaced, if he had known that it would be like this, he wouldn’t have chosen Blanche Capra as his partner in the first place.

“I don’t want to talk about the past, and I’ve suffered a lot at your expense.” Blanche Capra picked up the agreement with a sullen face.

She couldn’t believe Moore Howard would let her go so easily.

Moore Howard’s ruthless character was best known to her.

However, Blanche Capra went back and forth, and carefully read the contents of the document, and surprisingly, there were no strings attached, or trickery.

Moore Howard was actually willing to let her go?

Hadn’t he punished her before for defying his orders?

Now he’s letting her off the hook.

Blanche Capra couldn’t quite believe it, she looked up, “Are you trying to get me to do something again?”

“You’ve seen the agreement, you’re no longer of any use, and I’m no longer interested in the shares of THE Charlie Group you hold, so what’s the point of me keeping you as a pawn that I can’t even pull back?” Moore Howard’s words were contemptuous of her.

Anyone else would have gratefully signed the agreement, with a hint of goodwill toward Moore Howard.

But Blanche Capra was no one else, and after so many years as a partner, back then Moore Howard had told Blanche Capra personally that he would take York Charlie’s life and then take over the Charlie Group.

She had memorized it word for word.

There was no way Moore Howard, whose ambitions she knew best, would let her go so quickly.

No, spare York Charlie.

“What the hell else do you want with York Charlie?” Blanche Capra glared at him, her glazed eyes burning with anger that seemed all child’s play to Moore Howard.