Master Charlie Was Tricked By A Woman

the Howard Group was saved for the time being, but what was the point of having a shell company when the building was empty.

The more Moore Howard thought about it, the worse he felt. He felt that the power and initiative should be in his hands, or else he would be finished if he was caught by the police one day.

Blanche Capra was the only pawn he could use, so he had to call her.

Blanche Capra was still in the office when she received the call, she told her secretary to go out first, locked the door and refused to let anyone see her before she answered the phone.

Being distraught and unable to sit still, Blanche Capra stood up to face the floor-to-ceiling windows, which from her point of view offered the busiest view in the city.

The size of the Charlie Group was unknown.

Blanche Capra was amazed that York Charlie had managed to steer the future course of the entire company all by himself.

Not bad for him.

Putting off answering the phone until the very end, Blanche Capra didn’t want to hear Moore Howard’s voice at all, and had to fight back nausea and act like nothing had happened, “What are you calling me for at this hour? I’m at work.”

“Are you so addicted to being president that you’ve forgotten what you have to do?” Moore Howard taunts her.

Blanche Capra laughs, “That’s not true, sooner or later THE Charlie Group will be ours, I’m busy with something else.”

“Enough about me, what did you want to see me about?”

“To come out for an interview.”

“I told you I’m not available right now, and the police have been asking me lately if I know you, so who knows if I’m being targeted.” Blanche Capra knew she couldn’t meet with Moore Howard just yet.

She’s afraid that once she sees Moore Howard she won’t be able to resist doing God’s work for him first.

It wasn’t unreasonable for her to say what she did, and that’s when Moore Howard was willing to say over the phone, “I want you to get a team of lawyers to help me clear my name.”

“Are you serious?” Blanche Capra taunted him, “From the moment you refused to submit to a police investigation and ran away, you’ve tacitly acknowledged your guilt, so how else are you going to clear your name?”

Moore Howard knows, but now he has to be brought back into the public eye anyway.

“You pay the police to help me get my warrant back, tell the public that I was forced to run, that someone was trying to frame me, and that I’m innocent of all those things in the past.”

“Do it for me quickly, preferably starting this week, the sooner the better.”

Every word Moore Howard said made Blanche Capra want to slam the phone down, and she was even disgusted enough to wash her ears after she hung up.

But before she hung up she had to give him a fake compliment, “Good for you, coming up with that kind of whitewash, that’s if the law doesn’t look the other way.”

“Just find a scapegoat, people nowadays will do anything for money.”

“Got it,” Blanche Capra agreed reluctantly, and then, with a sudden turn of phrase, called out to him “Wait, don’t hang up yet, I’m afraid you’re going to have to put this off for a while.”

She imagined the look on Moore Howard’s face must have been sunken, frowning, with murderous intent in his beady eyes, “What did you say?”

“I didn’t say I wouldn’t do it for you, why are you so agitated, I still have some things on my hands from THE Charlie Group to attend to, I thought it would be simple, but I didn’t realize it wouldn’t be easy to operate.” Blanche Capra feigned a distressed tone.

In fact, she had done nothing but placating the shareholders and keeping the company running these days.

Moore Howard was disgusted with her, “That’s why I said hurry up and clear my name, I’ll operate it myself, let you do it, I don’t know when you’ll be able to bring down the Charlie Group.”

“Okay, okay, that’s it.” Blanche Capra hung up the phone, a look of disgust on her delicate little face.

Moore Howard.

I’m afraid you’re going to miss the boat on your ill-conceived plans.

…

In keeping with York Charlie, Blanche Capra didn’t go back to the hospital to see him, but she missed him so much that she thought of ways to get in touch with him.

For example, sneaking into his hospital room late at night.

Blanche Capra changed into men’s clothes, put on a short wig and black glasses, she wore a hat and a mask, and left the office, the driver drove back alone, and hired a model who looked like her to take her place.

Blanche Capra felt a sense of trepidation and a slight thrill of adventure; she hadn’t had this much fun in a long time.

The corridor, which had been bustling during the day, was now occupied only by Blanche Capra, who pushed open the door to the hospital room and locked herself in.

The lights were off in the room, only the bed was lit and she could clearly see York Charlie lying in the hospital bed, sleeping with less of his usual harshness and coldness, like he used to be.

Blanche Capra approached him and was content just to watch.

However, her disguise was a far cry from her image, York Charlie suddenly rolled over and pinned her down, tackling her hands with one hand, “What are you going to do?”

Without even asking who’s on top, it’s Moore Howard.

But he’d miscalculated this time, and so had Blanche Capra.

“It’s me, your wife.” Blanche Capra was so angry and frustrated that her hands were about to be wrung out by York Charlie, and thankfully he was still merciful, or she would have really stolen the show.Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

York Charlie then loosened his grip, rolled her over and ripped off the mask, it was really Blanche Capra.

York Charlie couldn’t help but laugh, “What are you doing in that costume?”

“Still hiding from Moore Howard’s informants.” Blanche Capra sits up, beaming and rubbing her aching hand, “What’s wrong with you, you can kill a man with one hand.”

She’s coming back to life, York Charlie thought to himself, and he was glad for it.

“They’re long gone, I didn’t get any of the poison I put down every day,” York Charlie wasn’t being petty, but the guys Moore Howard had sent were just too unreliable.

It is evident that he has also hit a bottleneck in terms of funding.

Blanche Capra regrets it too, “You didn’t say anything earlier, and you got me into this like an agent.”

“Okay, sorry, wife.” York Charlie wrapped his arms around her, and with just one gentle glance from him, Blanche Capra softened both her body and her heart, and there was no way around it, because that’s what she ate.

Paralyzed in his arms, Blanche Capra closed her eyes, “I don’t know when these days will end.” She was so remorseful.

“Soon enough, just be patient.” York Charlie slowly lowered Blanche Capra onto the bed, long slender fingers sliding over her neck and then her collarbone.

Blanche Capra blushed in shame as an afterthought and didn’t dare yell out, “This is a hospital.”

“Uh, so?” York Charlie laughed in response as he rummaged through her clothing.

What else could she do but wrap her arms around him, “You’re responsible for all the consequences.”

“Hmm? And then what?”

“…”

Why did he sound so beaten up.

…

It’s been a rough few days in the city, and with the lack of police presence in the city and the cumbersome process of transferring them from the state, the police have eased up on their pursuit of Moore Howard.

Moore Howard walks the streets every day in black clothes, black mask, and hat, and basically no one recognizes him.

Except for acquaintances, or, people who hated him so much that he knew them when he turned to dust.

Shireen Miller didn’t expect to run into Moore Howard outside in the middle of the day, and just by the sight of his brooding, triple-white eyes, she knew it was him.

It was really unlucky that she ran into him in the daytime, which was rare for her.

She turned her head and walked away, who knew Moore Howard would catch up with her and grabbed her hand, “Shireen Miller!”

“Don’t touch me.” Shireen Miller got emotional and angrily shook off his hand.

Moore Howard wasn’t angry and still smiled, “It’s been a long time.”