Master Charlie Was Tricked By A Woman

Blanche Capra and York Charlie arrived at the restaurant that York Charlie had booked, and in order to prevent any unnecessary trouble, he simply wrapped up the entire restaurant, leaving him and Blanche Capra alone.

Blanche Capra still simply thought the restaurant was cold, “I read the reviews online and said they were a Netflix restaurant, but now it seems the name doesn’t live up to the hype.”

In front of York Charlie, her IQ plummeted, and York Charlie sometimes wondered if she was faking it, obviously working with all six of her relatives, anyone would not leave a bit of face.

This woman, really very troublesome.

As soon as he sat down, Blanche Capra excitedly told him how hard she had worked to get this customized fountain pen.

“There are only ten of these pens in the world, and I went and begged the brand’s designer for a long time before I got a friend to bring it back from England.” Blanche Capra is in a constant state of high spirits, speaking an octave higher in pitch.

The reason is predictable-York Charlie is sitting across from her with a menu order.

Their current situation was best described as sharing a table.

What’s on Blanche Capra’s mind is written all over her face, but York Charlie’s thoughts are just as high as ever.

He’s too deep in the city to show what he’s thinking.

Even in front of Delia Field, he couldn’t be as unreserved as Blanche Capra.

It was probably Blanche Capra’s shining and expectant eyes that finally awakened York Charlie’s conscience and made him feel ashamed-her thoughts were so pure, and he took advantage of her.

Just because she liked him, he tried to take this shortcut.

It was really against the gentleman’s style and went against his beliefs.

On second thought, York Charlie dismissed his original intention of trying to get words out of Blanche Capra; a simple meal would be nice.

For some reason, seeing Blanche Capra smile so happily made his mood drift along with it.

“Stop giggling and order quickly.” York Charlie pushed the menu at her to distract her-she’d had her eyes on him from the moment she sat down until now.

If eyes were rays, he wouldn’t know how many times to give a look through by now.

“I like everything you order, I’ll do whatever you say,” Blanche Capra giggled as she looked up at him with her face in her hands, “You’re the birthday girl today, you’re in charge of everything.”

She was completely caught up in it now, and she was becoming unlike herself.

But, as long as he liked it.

Blanche Capra was a little less of a strong woman today and more of a little girl’s cuteness, and York Charlie had to admit that she looked really good when she smiled.

It’s even more infectious than Delia Field’s smile.

Blanche Capra suddenly remembered something and asked him again, “Right, when we were in front of your company, I think you talked about the bidding meeting, right, the Charlie Group will indeed participate, what’s wrong?”

She had always believed in keeping public and private affairs separate, the bidding session she would try her best to get, and if she couldn’t and let York Charlie take it, she would be happy for him.

Blanche Capra was in the healthiest frame of mind right now, putting York Charlie to shame.

He shook his head, “It’s nothing, just a little something I wanted to ask, but it’s not important now.”

“Eh? Say something, maybe I can fix it.”

“Just forget about it.”

“That’s just too desperate of you …”

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They themselves couldn’t believe that after all that had happened, they could actually sit face to face and fight and laugh and eat together.

But things, they just went in a direction they didn’t expect.

While Blanche Capra and York Charlie were focusing all their attention on each other, York Charlie’s whereabouts had been silently reported to Delia Field.

…

“So York Charlie is with Delia Field now is he?”

“Yes.” Certainty came from the other end of the line.

“I know, I’ll take care of it, you keep watching okay.” Delia Field hung up the phone and immediately relayed it to another unfamiliar number, “You’re still downtown, right?”

“Yes.”

“I want you to do something for me, help me infiltrate the restaurant where Blanche Capra and York Charlie are eating right now, and change the wine they’re both going to be drinking to something strong, preferably the kind that will get them drunk right away.”

“I know.”

Delia Field sent him the name of the restaurant where Blanche Capra was now with York Charlie before calling it a day.

Putting her cell phone down, she sat back in her high chair, looked at the two cocktails lingering in the mist, and chose the one she’d originally intended for York Charlie to fill.

Tomorrow, tomorrow, seemed full of hope, the blue color giving away its melancholy tone.

One drink, and it’s tomorrow.

York Charlie, forgive her for her heartlessness, she is only sacrificing for the one she loves, she is also passive.

…

Blanche Capra had made a date with York Charlie to just eat and not drink, because Blanche Capra was a pain in the ass when she got drunk-though York Charlie didn’t know how he knew that.

Besides, she couldn’t drink even more now that she had a baby in her belly.

Blanche Capra didn’t object and asked the waitress to serve them juice instead.

However, the store happened to be launching an event at this time, and the manager mistakenly thought that they were coming to dinner as a couple, so he specially attached two glasses of red wine, which was specially produced by a French winery, and there were only six hundred or so bottles a year.

With such a nice gift, and being complimented by the manager on how pretty it was, Blanche Capra was a little flustered, so she suggested to York Charlie, “Why don’t we just drink a little bit, just a little bit.”

She opened her eyes wide and looked at him with a pleading, pitiful look, leaving York Charlie with no reason to object at once, and could only be led by her nose.

“I see, two drinks on the house then.”

“Okay.”

Blanche Capra licked her cherry lips and looked at him, her eyes bright.

York Charlie was in a trance for a moment; he always thought the face was too familiar.

“You said you knew me a long time ago, right?”

“Well, but that encounter didn’t leave us with too many fond memories.” Blanche Capra lowered her eyes, “Besides, I’m not her anymore.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“Nothing, it means that the me of the past is dead, and the me you see now is cut off from the little girl of the past who was still named Brandi.” Blanche Capra touched her heart, she could feel it beating faster.

She knew nothing in Brandi’s time, lost her ability to fight back in the face of harsh reality, and was even foolish enough to ask for help from the enemy that killed her parents.

Brandi was too innocent and too good, but also too vulnerable, just a scratch with a knife and she could be torn apart.

Looking back, Blanche Capra’s eyes change, and it’s hard to tell if it’s sadness or nostalgia.

What was her past like, so much to learn about.

Thoughts like these flashed through his mind, and York Charlie felt like he was really going mental.

At that moment, the two glasses of wine were served, Blanche Capra took one with the intention of taking a small sip, but York Charlie took it as an outlet for his anger and drank it all in one go.

“Ah, you’ll get drunk easily if you drink it all in one gulp!”

“That’s nothing to me.” York Charlie narrowed his eyes at Blanche Capra and watched as she still held the glass of red wine untouched.

“You drink it too.”