Master Charlie Was Tricked By A Woman

She saw York Charlie’s perfectly shaped thin lips open and close, and his voice was as cold as a clear spring, “Shireen Miller, let me state once again, in the future, don’t call yourself my fiancée, and don’t come to my house casually, not to mention bossing around the servants of my THE Charlie family, or even deciding whether they stay or go. They even decide whether they should stay or go. And don’t always use my mother as an excuse, you need to remember that you’re just an outsider.”

Shireen Miller’s stiff face looked as if it was about to shatter into cracks when the wind blew.

She spoke dryly, “What … do you mean by that?”

York Charlie looked at her, and even more hurtful words came out of his mouth, “I mean, in the future, you stop pestering me, and I don’t want to, with you.”

Shireen Miller had no idea that what she had done was pester him.

“Don’t want to pester me anymore?” She spoke with extreme mockery, “Then why did you join forces with me and hurt Brandi before?”

The last few words came out almost word for word, with full force.

He had made her hurt, and she was going to make him hurt even more!

York Charlie’s face finally changed.

If York Charlie’s usual expression had always been light, light joy, light sorrow, light anger, now his expression was much deeper.

Once he touched Brandi, it was as if he had touched his scales, and York Charlie’s hand hanging at his side trembled imperceptibly from restraint.

His dark eyes seemed to be swept by a storm, but as restrained as he was, he just stared at the woman in front of him, who did not know how to die twice, without moving.

But even so, the sharpness of York Charlie’s eyes and the coldness of his breath were enough to make Shireen Miller tremble with fear.

She felt her heart trembling and trembling, and the expression on her face was like that of the servant whom she had chastised with such trepidation. But she wasn’t sorry at all that she’d mentioned Brandi and opened his scars.

Yes, the only thing York Charlie had ever loved, from the beginning to the end, was just one Brandi.

It was because of Brandi that he fell in love with Blanche Capra.

Her only real enemy has always been Brandi.

Why should she fight a dead man? How could she fight herself when the person was dead? Her current enemy was just a shadow of Brandi.

Thinking of this, she secretly decided that she would speed up and hurry up to get rid of Blanche Capra, a shadow!This content © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

York Charlie, with a wave of anger, was finally lifting the cup on the table and splashing her face.

“I don’t know what you woman is thinking again, sober up, don’t always do some self-defeating and confusing things, and also, I warn you once again, don’t bring up that matter in front of me again, or else, you won’t even know how to die!”

He slowly placed the cup in his hand back on the table with a crunch, “Or would you prefer life to death?”

Shireen Miller was stunned by his viciousness.

It was just as well, York Charlie wasn’t meant to be a soft hearted man, just like back then, he could be that cruel to Brandi, let alone himself.

Shireen Miller saw that he had left and picked up her mobile phone.

“Keep an eye on Blanche Capra for me, follow her, report anything and follow my orders!” Shireen Miller gritted her teeth.

“Yes!”

Blanche Capra, your good days will soon come to an end!

A cold smile floated on Shireen Miller’s face.

Blanche Capra didn’t know that in Shireen Miller’s mind, her good days were coming to an end. If she knew, she would have cried foul. Blanche Capra felt that she had never had a good life at all!

The day’s filming had just finished when she received a phone call.

Lorcan George’s father had asked to see her, and she wasn’t surprised. Lorcan George’s father should have known by now, and with his disapproval of her, it was only a matter of time before he came calling.

Blanche Capra, knowing that these rich people talk the talk and talk the talk, had travelled straight there in a taxi in order to get to the appointed place on time.

It was a very high class café.

The decor was wooden and classic. In the air, the faint fragrance of wood and bitter tea are intertwined, and the decoration of the box is full of Zen. Blanche Capra sat on her knees on the cushion, and looked at Lorcan George’s father through the dense water vapour.

A nonchalant attitude.

“Can you make tea?” The middle-aged man across the room spoke suddenly.

Blanche Capra froze for a moment, then nodded slowly and complied, making and pouring his tea, step by step, carefully and steadily. When he finally withdrew his hand, he heard him sigh again with what appeared to be a mocking sentiment, “The cultivation is still there.”

Blanche Capra was silent.

Sure enough, I heard him turn his tone straight down, “But you’re no match for Lorcan now.”

On the back of old George was a carved window with an inscription embedded in it. Big, bold and condensed words: Zen.

And this man at the helm of THE George family, Lorcan George’s father, the uncle she had revered as a child, pushed out an envelope at her in the presence of such a large word.

It was white and spotless.

It looked thin, Blanche Capra thought silently; it should be a card or a cheque, always money no doubt.

“Here’s some money for you, enough to last you the rest of your life, I’m not asking much, as long as you leave him of your own accord.” old George’s raspy voice said.

Blanche Capra still had her head slightly bowed, “This is not something that can be solved by me leaving of my own accord.”

OLD George mused, “So it would be best if you were the one to persuade him.”

Blanche Capra raised her head to look directly at him, the face was no longer the amiable one she had seen as a teenager, it was unfamiliar.

It was really nothing more than a change of stream, a change of identity, and so it made all the difference.

She was not qualified to taunt anyone, but she could decide whether others could taunt her or not.

So she pushed back the clean white envelope, in defence of her character, and in defence of Lorcan George’s character, and the depth of his affection for her.

“I will go and persuade him,” she rose slowly, “only I hope, you will not do it again.”

Blanche Capra left on somewhat sore and stiff legs.

The city lights were coming on, growing denser and denser. The day was coming to an end again.

Might as well just do what needs to be done now, she thought?

She pulled out her mobile phone, her finger hovering hesitantly above the words ‘Lorcan George’. She hadn’t contacted him since she’d turned him down on the street that night.

She knew she’d do him more harm than good by approaching him with such intentions.

But when it was time to break it off, it was time to break it off.

Lorcan George had such a good prospect, such a happy family, and to have it destroyed because of himself was so wrong.

Besides, the essence of the problem was that she and he weren’t going to work out at all.

It was better to make a decision than to suffer the consequences.

With that in mind, Blanche Capra’s finger clicked down.

Lorcan George had had a rough couple of days, lying in bed as if he couldn’t be interested in anything because of Blanche Capra’s unrelenting rejection.

By the time he got the call from Blanche Capra, his dark and empty heart was lit up in an instant.

She was the light in his heart, just like her name.

Lorcan George showered and shaved, dressed appropriately, and went forward to his appointment with trepidation.