Master Charlie Was Tricked By A Woman

Blanche Capra never thought she’d receive another offer from Delia Field-she thought the other woman would shun her, or so she thought to herself.

But this time the invitation wasn’t to invite her to a party to watch Delia Field show off her love for York Charlie, it was Delia Field asking her out for a meeting alone.

And that’s what makes it all the more bizarre.

Blanche Capra figured she didn’t know Delia Field that well.

To understand, it would be all about finding each other’s weaknesses from the enemy’s standpoint.

After a long consideration, Blanche Capra declined Delia Field’s inexplicable invitation.

Nothing good was bound to happen anyway, so why should she jump into the fire.

It was thought that after Delia Field had eaten the closed door, her pride would make her stop bothering Blanche Capra at work.Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

Unexpectedly, this Delia Field guy was even more difficult than she thought, after she finished the meeting, she sent another email to Blanche Capra’s secretary’s email address, asking Blanche Capra to meet with her.

Blanche Capra thought she was in such a hurry to meet with her that it would not be good, and refused without hesitation.

When the e-mail didn’t work, Delia Field simply called, and the secretary took it for Blanche Capra before conveying Delia Field’s wishes to her, “She said she wanted to speak to you personally about the reason for the meeting.”

Since Delia Field was so insistent, Blanche Capra, being as hard-hearted as she was, answered the phone for the sake of her taking care of York Charlie for months.

“What on earth could possibly bring you to me?”

Blanche Capra was puzzled, wasn’t her relationship with Delia Field incompatible, Delia Field couldn’t possibly think that she could gain her forgiveness for hogging York Charlie.

Delia Field’s tone is the same as it always is!

Delia Field’s tone was as soft as ever, only this time there was more than a hint of pleading, “It’s a personal and private matter, I just have some questions I want to ask you.”

“Then why don’t you just ask them here.” Blanche Capra responded in a nonchalant manner.

She didn’t have the patience to stay here with Delia Field for half a day swallowing her words and not being able to squeeze something out, nor did she want to play the role of a good old boy who had to help when her love rival asked for help.

Obviously here to beg, Delia Field was adamant in her own way, refusing to budge a step, “I think it’s better to meet and talk, I can’t explain things clearly over the phone.”

Her head was buzzing now, she couldn’t think anymore.

The decision to call Blanche Capra was also one she had struggled with for a long time.

But what did it have to do with Blanche Capra?

She thought that everyone in the world was her mother, and that everyone had to listen to her, Blanche Capra wanted to say that, but she held back.

Because she was now a group president, she had to speak calmly and coolly, “You seem to decide everything unilaterally, don’t forget I haven’t promised you yet.”

“It won’t take up too much of your time for me to meet up.”

“So what, do I have to meet with you?” Blanche Capra had moved to hang up by the end of her sentence, and it was at this point that Delia Field made her killer move-York Charlie.

“As long as you meet with me, I won’t keep stopping you from meeting with York Charlie in the future, should that be a good deal?” Delia Field said through gritted teeth.

The sound of her grinding her teeth was audible to Blanche Capra through the phone.

It was the words she was waiting for.

Blanche Capra changed her just now impatient attitude and laughed enthusiastically, “Wouldn’t you have said so earlier? Really.”

“I promise, send me the time and place and I’ll be there after work.” There was no way she was going to compromise her workflow just for the sake of a mere Delia Field.

Delia Field felt really humiliated today, notwithstanding the fact that she was begging Blanche Capra.

“I know,” Delia Field reminded her again after a moment’s pause, “but I can’t guarantee that you’ll actually get to meet York Charlie, and if he himself doesn’t want to, it’ll seem pointless for you to force the issue.”

“I know.” Blanche Capra wasn’t a goldfish with a seven-second memory, and her previous encounters had prepared her for that – being turned away from York Charlie was something that would happen.

The girls have sort of struck a partnership between them.

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After work, Blanche Capra arrived at the café early, based on the location provided by Delia Field.

She chose a seat in the center, and as soon as she sat down, she started taking off her scarf and jacket.

“It’s so true that the person who initiated the date is actually late himself first.”

Granted, Blanche Capra didn’t just shrug it off right away; she didn’t have any important trips coming up anyway, so it was nice to come to a cafe once in a while to relax.

“Two American lattes, hot, and I’ll have the sugar cubes, please.”

In fact, Delia Field wasn’t late because of some objective reason, but because before she left the house, she suddenly realized that Blanche Capra would definitely be suspicious of her if she asked about Moore Howard just like that rashly.

Women’s intuition is often very accurate, if Blanche Capra can see that she and Moore Howard have something fishy, then she is afraid that she will have to go to the police station to be investigated.

She’d become Moore Howard’s accomplice, and her clandestine affair with him would be publicized.

Delia Field can’t take a step when she thinks of these possible consequences.

No matter what, she’d asked Blanche Capra to meet her, and if she changed her mind, she’d think she was playing a trick on her, and in a fit of rage, she’d do something out of character.

Delia Field always remembered the reminder given to her by Moore Howard, “You have to remember, Blanche Capra seems to be easy to deal with, but in fact, she is not, she is the one who is the most troublesome, a plan can easily be destroyed just because of her alone.”

“To put it bluntly, a ticking time bomb that might explode one day.”

With that in mind, Delia Field ran hard to her appointment anyway.

Blanche Capra was waiting for her in the café first thing in the morning, her coffee cup half-drunk and hers cold.

“You’re too late,” Blanche Capra said with a grimace, clearly pissed off.

But she doesn’t care to fight with Delia Field, and I’m sure Delia Field feels the same way.

Delia Field smiles apologetically, “I’m so sorry, the director’s office had some impromptu business and called me over, that’s why I’m late.”

Blanche Capra kept staring at her as she spoke.

Like a falcon eyeing its prey.

This was the first time Delia Field had been shocked by the aura of the same sex; she hadn’t expected Blanche Capra to be so bold, to be able to see through people with just that cold stare.

That her previous weak behavior was all because York Charlie was present, so she couldn’t make it work.

York Charlie was Blanche Capra’s weakness, nay, death knell.

Blanche Capra frowned when she realized she didn’t continue, “Weren’t you the one who asked me to meet with you and have something to ask me? Why don’t you say anything now?”

As soon as her coffee was finished, she left instantly.

Delia Field wanted to tear her face off, but when she thought that this was a public place and she still needed to maintain her idol image, she clenched her fists and clenched her teeth and had to hold it in.

After holding her tongue for a long time, Delia Field barely managed to squeeze out a smile, “Yes, in fact, I asked you out because I want to discuss my marriage to York Charlie.”

As soon as the words left her mouth, Blanche Capra tapped the table.