Master Charlie Was Tricked By A Woman

The bidding session ended and the guests left the venue in droves, some with smiles on their faces, while others were somber and thoughtful.NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

Everyone had their own agenda, and they were afraid there would be no room to stretch.

Blanche Capra hadn’t left yet, and she couldn’t figure out what was going on-why she’d taken the bid.

It was obvious that the actual numbers were slightly different from what was publicized.

She knew she didn’t really need to dwell on it; it was enough that it turned out well for the Charlie Group anyway.

But there was no such thing as free pie, and Blanche Capra didn’t believe that she was lucky enough to pick up such a great deal.

Blanche Capra was just thinking about this when the beep of her cell phone brought her back to her senses, she picked up her phone, it was a text message, still from an unknown number.

Unsuspectingly, she tapped on the text, only to see it read, “Congratulations on your successful bid, thanks to me you’re the biggest winner in the house, no need to be too grateful.”

Did he send the wrong text message?

No, this text message was indeed sent to her.

So who was this person, then?

Blanche Capra was lost in thought.

Meanwhile, York Charlie and his assistant didn’t leave the venue.

Contrasting with the happy guests, the face of the Field Group was a bit embarrassing.

All the land and factories they wanted were taken by the Charlie Group, and the Field Group didn’t need the rest.

As soon as the bidding meeting was over, the board of directors called for accountability, and York Charlie accepted their rebuke under pressure.

Even Lynel Field, the chairman of the board, made a special transatlantic call to ask him what was going on.

“I’m in the middle of an investigation as well, and I apologize for this loss.” York Charlie didn’t mean to shirk his responsibility.

Lynel Field also felt that this was not like York Charlie’s work style, “Are you saying that someone has secretly moved?”

“Yes, I now suspect that the information I researched and compiled was leaked to create this situation.”

“I see, then you must investigate this matter thoroughly, absolutely not letting go of any details.”

“Yes.”

Hanging up the phone, he tugged at his tie, almost gasping for air. It was so close to dropping the phone to vent his anger.

“Damn it.”

Something that was clearly a handful ended up like this.

What the hell was this about? Was there a mistake in any part of the process?

The assistant called out to him at that moment, York Charlie stopped in his tracks, and looked back at him, “What’s wrong?”

“I had someone take the flash drive and study it, and now we have the results – it’s true that someone leaked the information out.”

The USB flash drive had traces of having been opened, and the other party had accidentally altered the paperwork in a panic – just some small, inconsequential details, of course.

The fingerprints on the flash drive had not yet found the owner of the prints, and all that could be ascertained at present was that the prints on it belonged to another person in addition to York Charlie’s.

“Judging from the size of the fingerprints, the other person should be a woman.”

York Charlie took this USB flash drive with him, it should be that the fingerprints are only his, now suddenly there is an extra one, there is no doubt that it has been tampered with.

So who had this chance to get close to him?

York Charlie didn’t think of Delia Field at all, she had that chance but she had no reason to do so, it was about the development of THE Field Group, why would she lift a stone to hit her own foot.

When it comes to women who have been able to get up close and personal with her lately, I’m afraid it’s only Blanche Capra.

York Charlie recalled the day he and Blanche Capra woke up in the hotel room, at that time, there were only two of them in the hotel, in addition to her can be hands and feet, he really can not think of who else.

But getting Blanche Capra to admit it herself wasn’t going to be that easy.

He needed proof.

York Charlie was worried about what to do to find the evidence when he passed by the venue and saw Blanche Capra still staying in the venue.

She had her back turned to him and was mesmerized by something she wasn’t sure what she was looking at.

Blanche Capra wondered who the hell this person was, she simply called but couldn’t get through.

“The number you have dialed is in progress …”

It was the same system beep that she had heard for so long.

Blanche Capra hung up and retreated back to the texting page.

Probably a prank, she thought to herself, and didn’t care.

Just as she was still wondering if she should call York Charlie and ask him to meet her for dinner, York Charlie appeared out of nowhere just in time to catch a glimpse of the unfamiliar text.

It was all the proof he wanted.

“Blanche Capra!” came York Charlie’s angry voice from behind her, coldly startling Blanche Capra, who shivered and turned around, and he was glaring at her.

His eyes were bloodshot, and he looked a little facetious against his iron face.

Blanche Capra had never seen York Charlie show such a frightening look before, and she blinked, asking him cautiously, “What’s wrong?”

She knew that her successful bid meant that THE FIELD GROUP was about to lose out on a lot of opportunities, but the mall was like a battlefield, and it had always been true, and York Charlie wouldn’t fail to understand that.

In that case, why was he still angry?

York Charlie sneered, “You keep pretending, I know everything anyway, you hypocritical woman.”

“I don’t understand what you’re saying!” Blanche Capra was getting antsy too, he’d give a clear statement.

She couldn’t guess what he was thinking.

Considering that there were still staff members clearing the venue, York Charlie didn’t want to embarrass himself any further; he took Blanche Capra’s hand and led her around the corner of the hallway.

Blanche Capra was barricaded against the wall, the smooth marble wall behind her reflecting York Charlie’s face with anger.

“You know best what you’ve done yourself don’t you? There’s no need to put on this charade of innocence every time.”

Seeing him react with such agitation, Blanche Capra then suddenly realized – he was suspecting her of meddling from it.

“You’re suspecting me of tampering with your offer?” Sharp as she was, she was quick to pick up on his implication.

York Charlie hooked up one side of his mouth with a look of undisguised contempt for her.

“See, it’s not a fight.”

Blanche Capra’s breath caught in her throat at his words and she narrowed her eyes, looking at York Charlie incredulously that he would say such a thing to her.

Was this the same York Charlie she knew?

“York Charlie,” Blanche Capra said in a single word, the heat haze blurring her vision, “what do you want me to explain before you’ll believe I didn’t do that.”

“I made a successful bid today, and that was all due to the hard work of me and my team, I guarantee it with my life!”

York Charlie snorted, “I didn’t realize you turned out to be so shameless.”

“What do you mean?!”

“It’s fine if you don’t want to admit it, so I’ll tell you what, you celebrated my birthday specifically to make things easier, right, and there must have been something added to the wine or else how could I have gone down in one glass.”

York Charlie glared at her, “And you, were pretending to be drunk, after taking me to my hotel room you took the opportunity to steal my information for this bidding session.”

The words fell from Blanche Capra’s eyes.