Master Charlie Was Tricked By A Woman

Blanche Capra knew that Delia Field had come to see her for no good reason, and she’d been going around in circles just to show her off.

Blanche Capra didn’t want to eat this loss, she bluntly said, “If you want to discuss this matter, you should go to find the male lead, why do you want to find me, it has nothing to do with me.”

She was now more or less disillusioned with York Charlie.

As soon as Blanche Capra stood up, the attention of all the people in the cafe came to her, some of them recognized her as Blanche Capra and cared even more.

Blanche Capra had no choice but to sit down first.

She tried to calm herself down, but there was still no way she could make sense of this in a subdued manner.

“Did you specifically seek me out just to come and brag to me about how in love you and York Charlie are right now?”

That was certainly not the case; she wasn’t that boring.

The actual purpose was still about Moore Howard.

The urge to talk to Blanche Capra about Moore Howard had been strong, but Delia Field had resisted; she didn’t think Moore Howard would be happy if he knew she’d gone to Blanche Capra and begged her to leave him alone.

For now, Delia Field was still focused on York Charlie.

She hooked her lips into a smile, sweeping away the gloom she’d just unintentionally shed, and said airily, “You misunderstand, I came to see you to shake your hand and make peace.”

That said, it wasn’t as if they’d ever had a beef, was it?

That’s what Delia Field thought, and in Blanche Capra’s eyes, Delia Field was her love rival.

Shake hands and make up?

She didn’t need one.

“I don’t think I have much need to shake hands and make peace with you Missy the Field family, I’m dead set against York Charlie, you’re the one who stole him from me, you need to be prepared for my hostility.” Blanche Capra doesn’t give a damn about Delia Field.

Originally Delia Field wasn’t here for this and she wasn’t prepared enough to let Blanche Capra get the upper hand.

However, she won’t lose.

Because, she had York Charlie.

“Since that’s what you think inside, there’s nothing I can do about it, but don’t forget how I helped you out in the previous fiasco, and since we outwardly call each other close friends, we have to be mentally prepared to finish the play.”

Otherwise what greeted Blanche Capra would be more trouble.

Blanche Capra got goosebumps as she thought of all the reporters who couldn’t stop buzzing around like flies.

Having to admit that Delia Field had a point, Blanche Capra had no choice but to compromise, “So what do you want me to do?”

The smirk on Delia Field’s face deepened, smugness spreading across her face like water overflowing from an overflowing glass.

Who had power and wasn’t smug?

“When I said I was discussing the wedding, I didn’t mean anything else, I said I wanted you to be my maid of honor, and you’re not going to be absent on the day of our wedding.”

Blanche Capra remembered at that moment that she had taken the liberty of deciding that bridesmaids were her business before, and she was still in a rage at the mention of it, and now Delia Field was using it as a weapon.

“But I’m married.”

Traditionally, all bridesmaids had to be unmarried women.

But Delia Field didn’t care, she grew up abroad and rules were made to be broken for her.

“It doesn’t matter, I just don’t mind, it’s my wedding, who dares to stop my decision.” Delia Field was decisive and imposing.

In terms of guts, Blanche Capra was admiring her.

Seeing that Blanche Capra had no objections despite her grimace, Delia Field continued on by herself, “By the way, aren’t you still pregnant? You should have a little belly by the time of my wedding, I will arrange loose bridesmaid dresses for you to wear, don’t worry.”

What is this? A weasel paying homage to a chicken?

Blanche Capra was furious, but there was nothing she could do about Delia Field.

She was completely and utterly overpowered.

Still, it was a matter of what would happen later.

“I know, just make your own arrangements for these unimportant matters,” Blanche Capra leaned back in her chair, “I’ll be attending as you said, but whether or not this wedding goes ahead as planned, you’d better be prepared for anything, lest the wedding blow up and hit you in the face. ”

Blanche Capra wasn’t afraid of being accused of being mean, her image couldn’t be worse right now anyway.

She’ll do anything to shake up Delia Field and York Charlie, just not the way she used to.

Because she has the absolute initiative – she’s the one who’s legally married to York Charlie.

Delia Field was annoyed by Blanche Capra’s sarcasm, but she still had the same air of calmness on her face.

She didn’t want to be seen to have any flaws.

Originally, there was no need to talk anymore when the conversation came to this point, but Delia Field preferred to drag Blanche Capra around, asking the waiter to refill her glass again and ordering a few more desserts.

“The cafe downstairs from this hotel is famous for its desserts, and these are delicious, try them.”

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However, it was Delia Field who ordered them for her, and Blanche Capra really didn’t dare to just take a bite.

Delia Field understood from Blanche Capra’s guarded eyes, she wasn’t angry and laughed, “Don’t worry, I didn’t poison it.”

“Who knows? People’s hearts are unpredictable.”

Even if she was going to poison, in this environment, was she trying to get herself jailed.

However, Blanche Capra still didn’t move a muscle, and without much expression on her face, she just stared straight at Delia Field.

Delia Field simply moved her fork first, “I’ll always eat first, I didn’t mean anything by it.”

She sliced a piece of matcha lasagna and slowly savored it.

Blanche Capra, seeing that Delia Field hadn’t suddenly died of poison either, let her guard down for the moment and picked up her fork to enjoy it.

The sweet and greasy food entered her esophagus and fell into her stomach, Delia Field was flooded with a wave of nausea for no reason, she covered her mouth and immediately got up, “Excuse me, I’m going to the restroom.”

With that, she hurried in the direction of the restroom.

Blanche Capra was a bit depressed, “It couldn’t really be poisoning, could it?”

Then of course it wasn’t, Delia Field was just having normal pregnancy sickness.

As soon as Delia Field went into the bathroom, she hugged the toilet and threw up, and it was so hard to describe.

After throwing up all the food in her stomach, Delia Field felt better, but her strength was drained and she was weak.

She stumbled out of the restroom and collided with the woman coming out of the next restroom at the same time, knocking her shoulder.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to.” Delia Field hurriedly apologized to the other woman, while her consciousness gradually cleared due to the pain and her vision became clear.

The woman she collided with was the woman she saw in the apartment that day, flirting with Moore Howard!

The other party still didn’t know she was Delia Field, cursing, “Can you watch where you’re going, my heels are worn out.”

At that, the woman looked up and froze.

“If it isn’t Delia Field.”

The woman immediately changed her face and walked up with a smile, cornering Delia Field.

The kind of smile that was so hypocritical that it made you wonder if she was wearing a mask.

Delia Field was taken aback, but on second thought, she had nothing to fear.

This woman was the one who seduced Moore Howard, and she was Moore Howard’s real girlfriend.

Seeing the injuries on the woman’s body and face, Delia Field guessed that Moore Howard had most likely beaten her up, and thinking about it, the stone she had been blocking in her heart was taken away again.