Master Charlie Was Tricked By A Woman

The day after Mrs. Casey’s visit to Blanche Capra, Mrs. Casey received a reply from Blanche Capra-she did what she could, and asked Mrs. Casey to trust her.

Mrs. Casey doesn’t expect Blanche Capra to be so generous and begins to wonder if she’s being too prejudiced against her.

Blanche Capra arrives at the Charlie Group pregnant, and she doesn’t tell anyone about her pregnancy, lest someone use it as an excuse to keep her out of the way.

Her arrival set off talk throughout the company, with most rumors saying she had come to announce York Charlie’s death.

However, Blanche Capra held a meeting that directly suggested, “I’m taking over the management of the company during President Charlie’s absence, and when he comes back, he’ll still be President Charlie.”

In other words, she is here to act as agent for a period of time and will definitely not take any undeserved benefits from it.

“Also, you can get ready to hire new people, long pay for those who aren’t gone.” Blanche Capra finished, and everyone in the meeting laughed in unison.

The shareholders’ meeting was naturally to be held, but there was no hurry now.NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

Blanche Capra asked her secretary for the company’s information for the past few years, and it took her three days to read through it, and then to look at the projects that weren’t yet finished at the moment, and the programs that were still waiting for approval.

At first, the company and outsiders were skeptical of Blanche Capra’s ability to do business, but Blanche Capra shut them up with her accomplishments.

Slowly, the Charlie Group returned to its former state, and Blanche Capra was able to relax her nerves.

She has been working all these days, I really don’t know how York Charlie has come through all these years, won’t she get tired of keeping this kind of working condition?

Whether York Charlie is tired or not, she is so exhausted that her secretary can’t stand to watch and insists that she give herself a vacation.

Blanche Capra finally had a day to sleep in.

By lunchtime, Blanche Capra was still yawning when she came downstairs, thinking she must go back to catch up on her sleep after dinner.

When she came downstairs, she saw Mrs. Casey sitting on the couch in the hall, which startled Blanche Capra, “Mom? Why didn’t you tell me you were coming, so I could get up early and wait for you.”

Mrs. Casey was much nicer to her now and she was certainly relieved, but still worried.

Mrs. Casey greeted her with a smile, “It’s so hard to get a good night’s sleep, it would be my fault if I woke you up again, and what about my visit this time, I brought the soup I made over to tonify you.”

Blanche Capra could say nothing, and obediently drank it.

When her belly became visible, she told Mrs. Casey that she was pregnant.

Blanche Capra hadn’t even finished her soup when the secretary called her back to the reception, “I’m so sorry, I forgot there was a reception for you.”

“That’s okay, I’ll be right there.”

Blanche Capra changed her clothes and went out, leaving Mrs. Casey and the maid there lamenting, “It seems that this child is genuinely fond … of York.”

She had attended too many receptions like this one and had gotten used to it, once she got off the bus she had to maintain a professional smile and exchange pleasantries with people, focusing on pulling in collaborators.

Since she was pregnant, she didn’t dare to drink too much wine either, and kept it on point.

She was alone in the bustling crowd.

She was still waiting for York Charlie, thinking that if she turned around she might see him under the crystal chandelier, his gaze gentle, or stern as well, and as long as he stood there, holding out his hand to her, she’d be the first to welcome him and hug him.

Blanche Capra tried once every time, and every time, she saw the same people, some irrelevant people whose backs were unfamiliar.

This time should be no different, Blanche Capra thought to herself.

She turned around and there was a back in front of her that looked like him.

Blanche Capra’s eyes widened as she tried to catch up, “York.”

But instead, she was pulled back just then.

“Mrs. Charlie, it’s been a long time since I’ve seen you, and you just keep getting prettier and prettier.” The person pulling her back was the wife of a company she had met earlier in the business world, Blanche Capra couldn’t even remember her name.

The other party’s attempt to climb up the ladder was written on her face, and she was very enthusiastic about Blanche Capra, “Thanks to you, the Charlie Group can return to glory-”

“It’s been a long time, I’m a bit in a hurry, sorry for the rudeness.” Blanche Capra smiles slightly, finally breaking away from the other’s hand, she tries to catch up, looking for his figure among the talking and laughing guests, even the long corridor where she went to the restroom.

The figure she had just seen was like her memories turned into bubbles that burst at the first poke.

Is York Charlie really not coming back?

She was so lonely here alone.

Before the reception was over, Blanche Capra went back to her home, the servants saw her face full of sadness and knew that she must be sad about York Charlie again, they all couldn’t help but worry about her.

“It’s so hard to pull yourself together, it would be really sad if you fell down again.”

Blanche Capra sat on a hanging chair on the balcony blowing on the wind, it was cold tonight but not too windy, she would calm down a bit with the wind.

York Charlie.

The figure was all that came to mind, dressed in an expensive and tasteful suit, not a wrinkle in sight, simple, sharp auburn hair, and his height stood out quite a bit in the crowd.

It was so much like York Charlie.

If it was him, Blanche Capra would no doubt be pleasantly surprised, because that would at least prove that he was alive and safe.

But the thought of him waking up and not coming to her was too much for Blanche Capra.

She couldn’t think about it too much, right now the Charlie Group still needed her to hold it together, and she would wait until York Charlie came back.

Blanche Capra got up and went back inside, taking a sigh with her.

…

With the revitalization of the Charlie Group, Blanche Capra’s social engagements were getting more and more frequent, and even after putting off some meaningless receptions, there were still piles of invitations waiting for her.

When she said she was socializing, she was actually talking business.

The secretary reported to Blanche Capra about today’s itinerary as before, and highlighted which one was more important.

“I’m afraid you’ll have to make a business trip to meet with the general manager of the distributor of raw materials for new product development, who has invited you many times.”

“Got it, I’ll be there after the two o’clock meeting.”

“Yes, the person said he has booked the hotel and restaurant, so you’ll just go straight there.”

Blanche Capra felt something strange, but couldn’t put her finger on it.

She finished her business at the company quickly, notifying her assistant to go to her home to pack a set of clothes and basic supplies, and then immediately boarded a plane to her destination.

The general manager, Blanche Capra, called him Ives, and when she met him, she thought he looked greasy with his fat head and ears.

With her eloquence and the Charlie Group’s offer, the deal was a success.

However, it seems that the other party is not just here to talk business with her.

Blanche Capra was ready to leave, but Ives suddenly pulled her hand and didn’t let go, “This night has just started, what is President Capra in such a hurry for?”

“I have some business to take care of.”

“Then have a drink before you go.”

Seeing as they were soon to be signing, Blanche Capra sat down anyway and accompanied him for an extra glass of wine.

She found the taste a little bitter and realized at once, “You’re not going to drug me, are you?”

“Why is that so hard to say? How could I have.” The other party didn’t admit it, and grabbed her hand and wouldn’t let go, playing with it with innuendo.

“Our cooperation is over!”