Master Charlie Was Tricked By A Woman

After all, one was a businessman and the other a celebrity, so there was no point in further conversation.

Blanche Capra wasn’t in the mood for any more conversation with Delia Field either, and ended their conversation-or rather, a boondoggle-with the excuse that she had to go to the restroom.

She was busy looking for York Charlie, but it wasn’t too easy to move around; the dress was so long she had to lift it to make sure she didn’t fall over, but luckily the material was light enough to make it fairly light to walk around in.

The villa had several floors, Blanche Capra walked around the outer corridor first, no sign of York Charlie, she turned the corner again, another long corridor, baroque style, avant-garde design, made the corridor look a bit dreamy, Blanche Capra was about to wonder if she had stepped into some kind of alien space.

“York Charlie?” she called his name as she walked, there were so many rooms and they were all locked, she couldn’t open them one by one, she had to do it this way.

Blanche Capra hadn’t been sure it was him last time, so she hadn’t insisted on chasing him out to find him, and now she was completely sure of her judgment-York Charlie was really back.

Whether God had been too good to her, or whether he had been lucky, it no longer mattered.

He was back, he was alive, and she knew it.

“York,” Blanche Capra simply switched to a nickname, and God knew how much she wanted her call to be answered.

Blanche Capra passed by the restroom, where someone was chatting, and she called out stiffly from the doorway of the men’s room, “York Charlie, are you there?”

The men’s and women’s restrooms were connected, and her action was overheard by the grand ladies in the restroom, who couldn’t help but laugh in mocking tones.

“Can anyone come in at this party anymore?”

“How rude, like a country woman.”

Blanche Capra doesn’t feel embarrassed and walks straight into the ladies’ room, and when she sees their faces of surprise, she laughs, “I’m sorry for my rudeness, but at the same time, I’ve been taught that the basic criterion for judging the famous ladies of the big city is chewing on the tongue.”

“Stay out of other people’s business.” Sweeping them over coldly, Blanche Capra left the restroom, still relentlessly looking for York Charlie.

And behind her, there were still the voices of the chirping young ladies, “Isn’t she President Capra, president of THE Charlie Group? Father told us not to offend a few consortiums here, and THE Charlie Group is on the list, this is a disaster.”

Blanche Capra didn’t have time for a bunch of little girls.

She made her way to the end of the hallway, and then further on she circled back around to the lobby, which was so brightly lit it almost stung her eyes, and ended as if it were going to lead to Elysium.

“York Charlie.”

It was Elysium that got no response from him.

At this point Lynel Field was going to come up on stage to speak, and as one of the invited guests, Blanche Capra had to go back into the hall to hear Lynel Field speak first.

Lynel Field stood on the stage, the cream colored guardrail in front of him resting against his stomach, he rested his hand on the guardrail and looked at all the guests underneath him, and spoke with a dignified expression, “I’m sure you’ve all heard the name Delia Field before, and she did cause quite a stir in town when she first came here, but those are all hearsay, both true and false. ”

“And now for the record, I would like to introduce my baby girl Delia Field, who has been living abroad since she was a child, and this is the first time she’s ever returned home.”

“Admittedly, as you all know, I am a businessman, she could have lived a life as she pleased under my shelter, but she inherited my character and has her own ideas and wants to carve a path in the entertainment industry.”

“Please take care of her in the future.”

The words were followed by applause.

Blanche Capra was anxious, she was still waiting to find York Charlie and didn’t want to listen to some meaningless official talk here.

She decided to sneak away when Lynel Field was introducing Delia Field’s husband.

Out of a little curiosity, Blanche Capra glances toward the stage.

York Charlie!

Only York Charlie stood next to Lynel Field, looking at the crowd with an expressionless face, his eyes not lingering on Blanche Capra.

Blanche Capra immediately reddened.

At last, he was finally back.

She was just about to run over to York Charlie, or wait for him to come down one of the side stairs, when Delia Field also appeared in the loft, and she took York Charlie’s arm. The two of them were acting quite affectionately.

Blanche Capra was confused and didn’t realize what was going on between them when Lynel Field told her the answer, “And just for the record, this is my son-in-law, Delia Field’s husband, his name is York Charlie, and I’m going to leave the Field Group to him. him to inherit.”

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Blanche Capra’s breath caught in her throat, her heart stopped for a moment and then beat uncontrollably, with pain, as if she had been injured.

Blanche Capra couldn’t believe it, and the people on stage were a little embarrassed; after all, it wasn’t like they hadn’t heard of York Charlie – wasn’t that the original president of THE Charlie Group? Didn’t he say he was missing?

But they were at someone else’s party, so they couldn’t afford to not give Lynel Field face, so they clapped as if they didn’t know anything about it.

The louder they applauded, the more ironic Blanche Capra felt.

His husband, turned around and became someone else’s son-in-law, and she still knew nothing about it, and had waited at home for months, thinking about him until she had to work to numb herself.

What’s even funnier is that she’s carrying York Charlie’s baby in her belly.

How did he become someone else’s husband?

York Charlie is still as cold as before, except that he treats Lynel Field and Delia Field a little better. This is indeed the original president of the Charlie Group, York Charlie.

Just when everyone wanted to pretend to be confused for a while and then go back to see Blanche Capra’s reaction, behind them, that is, at the entrance of the hall, came Blanche Capra’s voice with a sobbing tone, “York Charlie!”

She called out so many times, and finally, for once, York Charlie was not far from her and shifted his gaze to her.

This sudden cry from Blanche Capra immediately drew the attention of the entire room, who turned to look back at Blanche Capra, and quite a few of them were waiting to see her snotty, ugly face.

However no, Blanche Capra looks calm as York Charlie, like an iceberg that won’t melt.

No one knew that she was having an emotional breakdown, that her heart was broken.

There was no crying, just not wanting to make a fool of herself.

Besides, Blanche Capra had dried her tears, every night he’d been missing.

She even dreamed of the day she fell into the sea, repeatedly wondering if she could have prevented this tragedy from being born if she hadn’t let him down in the first place, if she had jumped straight into the sea.

Now it seemed ridiculous.

Lynel Field tried to speak but let Delia Field put a stop to it, “Dad, you don’t have to worry, I’ll take care of this.”

“Well, make it quick and don’t let her screw it up.”

“I know.”

While Lynel Field was talking to Delia Field, York Charlie had come down one side of the stairs, and he walked straight towards Blanche Capra, like he always did.

But there was no light in his eyes.

Blanche Capra’s heart was half-cold, but she stood still, waiting for him to come and give him an explanation, and the nearer he came, the more her hands trembled and clenched.

What would she do if he told her he had no love for her anymore?

I don’t know, the mind went blank.

Seeing that York Charlie was about to walk up to her, Delia Field, who had been following, suddenly quickened her pace and took York Charlie’s arm in hers.

He paused and turned his head to look at her.

Delia Field smiled confidently and graciously.

Blanche Capra knew that was Delia Field’s way of showing off.