Master Charlie Was Tricked By A Woman

At first light, in the banquet parlor of the Night Phoenix Hotel, a grand party, as brilliant and noisy as fireworks.

This was the engagement ceremony arranged by York Charlie, luxurious decorations, fine wines, and high society guests, everything was the best.

When they first entered the venue, many of the guests were still not accustomed to the white light emanating from the crystal ring chandelier, which fell on the silverware on the table, the decorations on the wall, and the soft Persian carpet, like a soft light.

No one could have imagined that the iceberg that is York Charlie would melt.

York Charlie was really hooked on Blanche Capra.

Shireen Miller as the representative of the Miller family also came to the banquet, she originally thought that it was just an ordinary banquet arranged by York Charlie, but she never thought that just when she arrived at the venue, she would see York Charlie in a black suit leading Blanche Capra into the venue.

Blanche Capra appeared in a gorgeous gown, layers of white baroque style carved and hollowed out lace and soft veil folded together, bracelets and earrings are carefully polished pearls, gorgeous but not vulgar. This beauty, who has always been famous for her sensuality and spunk, became gentle and noble at once.

Shireen Miller’s eyes almost bulged out.

She clenched her teeth as she watched the York Charlie duo descend the stairs, her hand trembling as she held her goblet until it landed on the floor, the blood-red liquid leaving traces on the carpet.

Blanche Capra!

Shireen Miller’s presence is no longer the center of attention, all eyes are on York Charlie with Blanche Capra.

York Charlie wastes no time in stating, Welcome to my engagement session with Blanche, I hope our love is blessed and that you all have a good time.

Even if it’s not blessed, it doesn’t matter, he thought.

Tonight was still not a night for peace of mind, and in addition to the ticking time bomb that was Shireen Miller on the guest list, there was the George family, the invisible cannonball.

The old George is dead, and his son, Lorcan George, is handling everything. Lorcan George, who used to seem like a nice guy, has been feeling hostile to York Charlie since his father’s death.

But he also covets Blanche Capra, and to prevent Lorcan George from disrupting the engagement ceremony, he calls his assistant early in the morning to send extra bodyguards to keep Lorcan George on the ground.This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

No one will be able to take her away from him.

Blanche Capra today rare very peacefully snuggled in his arms, like a favored little woman, York Charlie mood suddenly very good, to other people’s attitude is also a lot of pleasant.

She saw Lorcan George standing not far away, she was going to go up and say hello to him, and thought that Lorcan George was also looking at her.

However, Lorcan George’s disheveled eyes were staring at York Charlie, and she was not in his eyes.

This was not the Lorcan George she knew either.

Blanche Capra shook her shoulders just a little, and York Charlie was able to catch it and look down at her and ask, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, just want to get this boring ritual over with quickly.”

“Soon, it’s just a formality, I’m going to announce to the public that you are the future Mrs. Charlie.”

Mrs. Charlie, a name that carried bitterness and a little bit of sweetness.

Blanche Capra finally had a smile under her eyes as she bit her thin pink lips, “Whatever.”

York Charlie’s heart melts and he wraps his arms tightly around her waist, showing a rare smile in public.

As for Shireen Miller, Blanche Capra had long since stopped caring; she had seen through all of the woman’s tactics and heart, and beyond being ridiculous, she actually found her pathetic.

She was going to let it go, Shireen Miller wasn’t, there was no turning back, she had to go one way or the other.

The party had arranged for a live band to play, the elegant and smooth music was mesmerizing, dancing was suggested, the lights gathered towards the center of the Persian carpet, the guests who had come with their companions leaned in to move to the music, Blanche Capra mingled with York Charlie in the group, the lights fell with ethereal dreaminess.

“Pop!”

A crunch breaks the peace and the banquet room is plunged into darkness, no one can see anyone and the scene is a mess.

Blanche Capra grabbed York Charlie’s hand, she had a feeling something was going to happen, she was scared, but she forced herself to stay calm.

“York,” she called to him.

“Don’t be afraid, I’m here.” York Charlie’s voice rang in her ears, “Someone will fix us up, let’s continue the dance we were just doing.”

“No, we’ll just cuddle.” Blanche Capra’s breath traveled up his neck and York Charlie kissed her, not as intensely as before, just the tip of her tongue against it, but more than often they were tantalized.

“Snap.”

The lights came back on in less than five minutes, and as if he’d counted on it, York Charlie let go of Blanche Capra the moment the lights came on.

His henchman came over at that moment and reported in a low voice, his expression going from sunny to cloudy, and his eyes gradually becoming glazed over.

“I know, it’s on my way.”

Blanche Capra couldn’t help but worry, “What’s wrong?”

“A little thing, I’m going to take care of it, wait here for me.” York Charlie kissed her on the forehead, turned and strutted out of the banquet parlor, heading for the bridal suite they had booked.

Blanche Capra knew something must be wrong, she lifted her skirt to follow, not realizing that Shireen Miller was halfway across the room.

How could she have forgotten that there was a piece of dog poo here.

Blanche Capra was in a hurry and became less and less patient with Shireen Miller, “I don’t know what’s up Miss Miller?”

Shireen Miller was so angry that her lower lip was still trembling, she pointed angrily at Blanche Capra, “You shameless bitch, how dare you expose it in public, what, is it honorable to be a mistress? Don’t forget that I am the appointed Mrs. Charlie of the Charlie family, I’m already pregnant with York Charlie’s child, you are nothing but York’s plaything.”

She spoke so vulgarly that the guests were a little hard of hearing.

But who doesn’t love to be in the middle of the action at someone else’s house.

Blanche Capra was inwardly impassive; the words could no longer hurt her.

“Is Miss Miller done speaking? Finished speaking can you give way, I have to go out for a while.” Blanche Capra’s face was expressionless, like a haughty, cold rose.

The guests knew who the master was at a glance, there was no point in watching this hilarity and they dispersed.

Shireen Miller did not expect her not to respond, a moment speechless, clenched his teeth and thought for a long time and a half can only make the aisle to let her pass.

But how could she be willing.

Blanche Capra left with her heavy dress, complaining in her mind that the dress York Charlie made her wear was too heavy, not realizing that Shireen Miller was still following behind her.

Shireen Miller’s eight-centimeter heel slammed into the end of her dress, and she was trying to catch up with her and bring her back to argue, but she didn’t realize that the doorway wasn’t carpeted, and Blanche Capra’s gown was made of high quality soft lace.

Blanche Capra was about to fall, Shireen Miller wanted to catch her and humiliate her, but the lace was too slippery, she didn’t catch Blanche Capra, but hit the table herself.

Shireen Miller screams and falls to the floor.

Blanche Capra barely managed to stabilize herself on her side, the weight of her gown holding her up.

Blanche Capra looked back, and Shireen Miller was looking at herself with indignant and triumphant eyes, a smirk at the corners of her mouth, the blood-red color of her lips making her even more terrifyingly grotesque, as if she’d found another weapon with which to defeat Blanche Capra proud and proud.

Meanwhile, the guests swarmed up like a wave of bees, anticipating what would happen next.

There was only one person in the crowd who had a worried demeanor.