Master Charlie Was Tricked By A Woman

After York Charlie and Delia Field left, Blanche Capra stood alone and froze for a long time, made even more pathetic by all the people she passed who turned their attention to her.

Blanche Capra didn’t need that pity.

It was just that she had no one or no place to vent her grievances, and after being greeted by the hotel’s desk clerk, the tears she had been holding back for so long burst into tears.

She thought her heart had dried up, but it turned out that she would still be sad for the man York Charlie.

Blanche Capra did not let go and cry, she just looked back at the waiter, her eyes were as red as the gills of a fish, and she couldn’t see the waiter’s face with her wide eyes.

Tears had spilled out of her eyes without her realizing it, tripping over her cheeks and ending up on the floor.

She was crying really beautifully.

Even the waitress, who was a woman, was awestruck.

But it meant nothing, people would just use her tears as a weapon to attack her.

In order not to make headlines on the news and entertainment pages the next day, Blanche Capra hurriedly wiped away her tears and pretended to be fine, “I’m sorry, I just froze for a moment and remembered some sad memories, so I hope your hotel will forgive me if I have caused any bad effects.”

“No no no, you are the president of the Charlie Group, Ms. Blanche Capra, right?” The other party probably still didn’t believe that they would be up close and personal with a hotshot and made a point of confirming it.

Blanche Capra graciously admitted, “That’s right.” She handed over her business card, and although she was smiling, she exuded an aura of being unapproachable.

“I hope your hotel can keep my behavior a secret, if I make headlines for this, your hotel will be in trouble, right?” Blanche Capra half-lidded her eyes and hooked the corner of her mouth.

“Yes …”

After leaving the hotel, Blanche Capra wanted to walk around the street alone, who knew that when she brushed past an unfamiliar man, the other man intentionally bumped her shoulder a bit, in order to get her attention.

Blanche Capra frowned in dissatisfaction as she stopped and looked at the other man – it was hard to see his face because his hat was pressed down so low.

“Sir, could you please watch where you’re walking.” Blanche Capra rubbed her shoulders.

At this point she was unaware of the approaching danger.

Instead of responding, the man reached out while she was looking down and in one swift motion knocked her out and clutched her in his arms.

A silver van quickly passed by and the man got into it with Blanche Capra in his arms.

The vehicle then unknowingly hijacked Blanche Capra and disappeared into the thick of the night …

…

The first thing to awaken was vision, but Blanche Capra didn’t open her eyes right away.

She felt the light hitting her face, like a scene in a crime movie when the police interrogate a prisoner.

The effects of being knocked out were still there, and her whole body was now groggy and confused, but she was sort of able to have autonomous consciousness.

Opening her eyes, there was indeed a light shining directly into her eyes, and Blanche Capra squinted reflexively.Exclusive content from NôvelDrama.Org.

Out of the corner of her eye she caught sight of someone – someone she least expected.

“Moore Howard you-” Blanche Capra subconsciously tried to yell out, but had to stop because she didn’t have the strength.

Moore Howard interrupted her, his sardonic face looking twisted, “How am I still alive? Is that what you want to ask? Or do you want to ask how I stayed with you?”

A kidnapping, no doubt.

He’d risked getting caught by the police to bring Blanche Capra here, and if he had, he’d have been grateful instead of facing him with a shark-like, menacing face.

Blanche Capra stared him dead in the face, her eyes like furnaces burning with flame.

She looked around-it was a bungalow, sparsely decorated but fully furnished.

One look out the window at the thick night without a single light told her – this was suburbia.

And she was tied to a chair with her hands behind her back and Moore Howard in front of her with that miniature flashlight irritating her eyes.

“I’ll spare you the bullshit, what the hell do you want?” Blanche Capra finished and added indignantly, “Haven’t you done enough of those evil things to me and my parents?”

She couldn’t believe that there were people in the world who were born evil with no conscience.

Moore Howard wasn’t even a normal person.

He was a pervert.

Moore Howard turned off the flashlight, and Blanche Capra let out a small exhalation of breath as he then pulled another sharp knife out of his pocket and gesticulated in front of Blanche Capra.

The light shining down from the ceiling made the blade of the pocket knife look even sharper.

The light glinting off the tip of the knife fell in Blanche Capra’s eyes and became her greatest threat.

“What do I want?” Moore Howard brought the pocketknife close to Blanche Capra’s smooth face and smiled teasingly, “I’m just going to meet an old friend for a while, what’s wrong?”

“Who’s old friends with you! You’re the one who broke up my the Russell family and I hate you more than I can say.” Blanche Capra said through gritted teeth, unable to resist him.

The tip of the knife was getting closer and closer to her, only 0. 1cm away from touching Blanche Capra’s skin, Moore Howard suddenly took it away and instead used the hilt of the knife to scratch her cheek a little bit, he kept smiling all the time.

“Come on don’t get so worked up, we’ve got a long day ahead of us if we want to settle a score.”

Moore Howard stood up and grabbed a cold beer from the fridge to booze up, he finished it and smashed Blanche Capra right through the empty bottle as a bullseye.

Blanche Capra calmly sidestepped it, her eyes wide with surprise at his behavior.

Only, it would be a lie to say she wasn’t scared; her heart was beating so fast now that she couldn’t even control it, and she could only regulate her breathing slowly, lest she die a violent death before Moore Howard could do anything about it.

“Do you know how hard I’ve been running away for a while? Because of your phone call, all my plans have been disrupted, you have to pay the price.” Moore Howard finally removes the mask of a smile as he looks at Blanche Capra with an expressionless face, “You deserve this.”

Blanche Capra had never seen anyone so shameless, and she wasn’t afraid of Moore Howard’s intimidation of her authority, boldly mocking him, “Whoever made you a street rat now is now blaming me.”

As the words left his mouth, a beer can came crashing down again.

Blanche Capra averted her face as a crunching sound rang in her ears.

She sneered, “What? Getting pissed off?”

Moore Howard’s breath caught in his throat at how easily she’d roused his anger.

That’s why he said this dead girl was the most troublesome of all, weak at one moment and strong at another, ready to fall on her sword at any moment, no one could tell if her words were true or not.

She was full of instability.

Moore Howard won’t have her as a pawn, and he’s determined to destroy her in the most brutal way possible – and York Charlie is his biggest helper.

Killing each other is the most fun.

Moore Howard circled the room like a manic patient for a few moments, the look on his face changing and changing, and then suddenly, out of nowhere, he approached Blanche Capra and gazed at her with a smile, “You seem to be forgetting the situation we’re in right now, no, it’s the situation you’re in.”

She was still tied up and trapped in this shabby house.

Her life was in Moore Howard’s hands.