Master Charlie Was Tricked By A Woman

Little did Blanche Capra know that while she was thinking about York Charlie, York Charlie was thinking about her.

Not only that, but his eyes were locked on Blanche Capra, who was reflected in the rearview mirror, waiting alone on the curb for a passing cab.

She was alone on the side of the road, waiting for a taxi to pass.

York Charlie didn’t even start the car while Blanche Capra waited.

He gave himself a lame excuse-it was so cold he didn’t want to move, which was ridiculous, but better than having him admit that he hadn’t been moving because he was worried about Blanche Capra.

It was only when she finally got into a cab that York Charlie breathed a sigh of relief as if a weight had been lifted from his shoulders, and he slumped over the steering wheel, his mind going back to everything he’d done in the alley.

It wasn’t a coincidence that he would be there, it was that he had walked into the dark alley for Blanche Capra.

I don’t know what the gods were thinking, always placing them together, he just couldn’t walk down the street without seeing Blanche Capra.

Just by seeing her back, York Charlie recognized Blanche Capra.

It was strange to him, but it was so familiar that he knew her bones and veins to a sick degree.

For the millionth time, he’d watched this back walk away, in dreams and in reality.

York Charlie repeatedly reminded himself not to care, but there was no way, Blanche Capra was like a magnet, no matter how much his heart resisted, his body still followed.

What was Blanche Capra doing alone in an alley like this?

York Charlie was curious and followed.

As a result, he lost her.

The alleys are like mazes, each one decorated with the exact same doorway, ghostly and spooky.

Then he heard Blanche Capra’s plea for help and followed the sound all the way to her.

If he hadn’t run into her, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

It seemed like it was God’s will, too.

York Charlie had always cautioned himself that he had nothing but loathing for Blanche Capra, that he wouldn’t care for someone who was a thing of the past to him, but by the time he’d reacted, his mind had been full of her.

It was like that now, and York Charlie would have been lost in thought if Delia Field hadn’t called.

“Still working late tonight?” Delia Field’s voice with a smile came from the other side of the phone and York Charlie woke up like a dream.

“No, I was just out for a drive and wanted to say I’d buy you something as a little surprise to bring back, but I couldn’t find anything I liked no matter how I shopped.” York Charlie lied to Delia Field again.

He felt guilty about Delia Field, he had lied so many times just because of Blanche Capra’s presence.

Delia Field had been so good to him, he shouldn’t have done that to her.

And he shouldn’t have done that to her for Blanche Capra.

Delia Field smiled softly when she heard York Charlie say that, “No need, you’ve already given me many gifts.”

“That’s very kind of you.” York Charlie suddenly said this, startling Delia Field.

He rarely spoke of love, hardly ever.

“Why are you saying such things all of a sudden? Did something happen?”

“No, I’m just saying what’s on my mind.”

After talking to Delia Field for a while until she said a call from a friend came in, York Charlie hung up.

That phone call from Delia Field was the heart-strengthener for him to recognize his feelings for Blanche Capra-whom he was supposed to hate.

“Yeah, that’s the real me.”

…

The following morning, Blanche Capra had just arrived at work and hadn’t even warmed up her chair when she received an email from the Field Group to the effect that they wanted to terminate their partnership.

No, I should say it was mandatory.

The contract had been signed, how could the Field Group just say no to cooperation, this is tantamount to a breach of contract.

Of course, Blanche Capra would not agree to this, and she immediately brought her assistant to negotiate with a team of lawyers at the Field Group.

The people who received her were the assistant beside the general manager and the lawyer of the Field Group.

“President Capra please have a seat.”

When Blanche Capra was angry, her entire body was like an iceberg, giving off a cold and icy feeling, and exuding an aura of stranger not to be approached.

She sat down, crossed her legs, and asked expressionlessly, “Where is your chairman?”

Such an important matter was actually only allowed to be negotiated by an assistant, they hadn’t been too hasty.

This was a humiliation for THE Charlie Group.

“The chairman has been traveling for a while, and the internal affairs are basically left to the general manager.” The assistant was shocked by Blanche Capra’s aura and said no to her orders.

So it was York Charlie’s idea.

Then it all explained itself-York Charlie was just having a personal vendetta.

In life, she can get away with whatever York Charlie does to her, but at work, Blanche Capra doesn’t let it go easily.Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

the Charlie Group was owned by York Charlie, and it was like bullying and suppressing the family business that she had built up herself.

“Call your general manager.” Blanche Capra didn’t have the good sense to say.

With her aggressive behavior and several of her men standing behind her, it didn’t look like she came to the company to negotiate, but rather like a big sister looking for her men to come and fight in a group.

The assistant responded with difficulty, “But the general manager is still in a meeting.” And it was explained that if Blanche Capra came to him, he should not be asked to answer it.

“Won’t you call him over?” Blanche Capra tapped the table with the fountain pen she carried, “Or do you want to see stories about your company’s credibility problems in the headlines the next day?”

“Whichever is more important, take your pick.”

Seeing that the assistant was still hesitant, Blanche Capra added, “If anything happens to your company and the board of directors is held accountable, the responsibility will then be on you, can you afford the consequences!”

Her aura stunned her assistant, and at the risk of being fired by the general manager, she asked her secretary to go and take a message to York Charlie.

York Charlie was indeed in a meeting at this moment, he was planning to carry out a brand new project and put the project with the Charlie Group to a halt to minimize his losses.

The whole company is baffled by his sudden decision.

Rumors spread, and word spreads quickly that Blanche Capra’s relationship with York Charlie has completely broken down.

Only when he heard that Blanche Capra really intended to expose this matter to the press did York Charlie suspend the meeting and go to meet President Capra.

As soon as he saw Blanche Capra, he couldn’t help but hesitate, but quickly resumed his original nonchalant attitude, “I wonder what President Capra wanted to see me about.”

“President Capra? Are you sure you really want to call me that?” Blanche Capra sneered, she was a completely different person when she was at work, she had simmered down to her current rigid nature that was impervious to knives and guns in order to guard THE Charlie Group.

“If you’re going to call me President Capra, then you should get your attitude right, let’s talk about what happened, how can you have a personal vendetta?”

There was another reason why Blanche Capra would be so angry-she knew York Charlie must be doing this to preserve his relationship with Delia Field so she could get the hell out of her way.

How could she be willing to do that?

York Charlie hadn’t expected Blanche Capra to react that way, but it kind of made sense.

“A personal vendetta? President Capra, you seem to have some kind of misunderstanding about me, and I don’t know you very well.”

“If it’s a misunderstanding, then can I ask the reason for your unauthorized termination?” Blanche Capra thought of him as York Charlie, and reason was finally no match for sensibility, and her tone softened.

But the needles were sharp, and they were still at loggerheads, and their relations continued to deteriorate.