Master Charlie Was Tricked By A Woman

York Charlie returned to Blanche Capra’s original villa, the atmosphere is a little heavy, the staff are dead, so people look along with the energy.

York Charlie thought they were worried about unemployment, so he said bluntly, “Don’t worry, I won’t fire you, you still work here, keep the villa environment hygiene is it.”

“Yes …”

One of the maids couldn’t hold it in and finally gathered the courage to tell York Charlie the truth – the reason why they were so low, “There’s not a lot we want from Mrs., can we just stay here?”

Turns out it’s still speaking for Blanche Capra.

What’s going on here, she’s clearly a criminal and now that she’s been brought to justice, they should see her for what she is, so why are they still pining for her.

And why look at him with the same kind of cringing eyes that one would look at an evil person, had he done wrong?

York Charlie was dissatisfied in his heart, but he still had to keep his composure on the surface, coldly interrupting the maid’s explanation, “She is no longer your wife.”

“But, you guys have already-” legally received a license.

Apparently York Charlie didn’t know this.

“Well, I’ll do what I say I should do, is it hard to believe that you guys are planning to leave her things here for more than ten years?” York Charlie finished, and for some reason his nose suddenly turned sour.

He was as schizophrenic as a schizophrenic, and to outsiders, it must have seemed like he had a lot of resentment towards Blanche Capra to do this, and he used to think so, but the thoughts in his heart kept telling him – he regretted it, and now he didn’t know if it was too late to turn back… …

Since the master has said so, when the staff can not have two words, silently packing Blanche Capra left behind the clothes and jewelry, there are a lot of even hang tags are still there.

York Charlie went upstairs, he returned to Blanche Capra’s bedroom, looking at the dim bedroom, in the dark corner, Blanche Capra seems to still be here waiting for him, waiting for him to come back.

It was all fantasy.

York Charlie turned the light on and the room was empty, the bedroom was just as it had been the day he had left it, except that the bed had been put away for the maid.

The maid had asked him to identify something precious, so York Charlie had come running.

He opened the cupboards, though, and it was basically suits and shirts and towels and blankets, the only thing worth mentioning was that there was a safe underneath.

Guess that’s where Blanche Capra hid all her stuff.

All of this stuff was originally his.

Then the combination should be his own.

York Charlie entered his own password, which was wrong.

“Blanche Capra changed the password?” York Charlie was feeling puzzled when the maid suddenly called from outside the door, “President Charlie, there is a guest.”

Is there anyone who doesn’t watch the news at this point in time?

Thinking it was for Blanche Capra, York Charlie pushed back, “Just tell him that Blanche Capra isn’t here right now, and to find her go to the jail.”

“No, he specifically said he was here to see you.”

“Hmm?”

Who would know he was here?

Though reluctantly, York Charlie dropped the unpacking in front of him and got up to walk out of the bedroom.

The moment he saw Francesca Jones, his heart felt inexplicably heavy, like it was being weighed down by a stone and blocked, and at the same time he knew what Francesca Jones had come to see him for.

Apart from the fact that she had come to settle a score with him over Blanche Capra, York Charlie could think of no other reason why he should have the necessary contact with Francesca Jones.

Knowing that this meeting was going to be another unpleasant one, York Charlie went downstairs with a stiff upper lip, and pretended to take it easy, descending the stairs at an unhurried pace. “I wonder what Mr. Jones wanted to see me about?”

Francesca Jones’ face was expressionless, his gloomy eyes looking even more shadowy as he lowered his eye brows, his profile angular in the illumination of the crystal chandelier, thus giving off an unapproachable look.

With this aura, he was not visiting, he was clearly here to kill.

Francesca Jones silent time, York Charlie also came down from upstairs, his hand placed in the pocket of his suit pants stretched out and waved towards the maid, “Since you’re here, you’re my guest, you hurry up and go prepare tea.”

“Yes …,” the maid was so frightened by the game of aura between the two people that she didn’t dare to come out of the atmosphere.

Eyes crossed, Francesca Jones’ anger and York Charlie’s indifference were like water and fire, they were destined to not coexist peacefully.

If Francesca Jones hadn’t interfered in Blanche Capra’s relationship with him before, it was because of Blanche Capra’s face, but now that York Charlie had put Blanche Capra in such a bad position, the delicate balance between them no longer existed.

He would love to kill York Charlie right now if he could.

No, maybe he really would.

“What the hell do you want with me?” York Charlie frowned, no longer having the patience to spend any more time with Francesca Jones like this.

“Blanche’s in jail now, are you satisfied now?” He spoke after a long time, and sure enough, he was still here for Blanche Capra.

“Blanche Capra has a lot of supporters.” York Charlie didn’t answer his words as he spoke to himself, the corners of his hooked mouth twitching slightly as he forced his composure.

Francesca Jones, who had been sitting with his head half bowed, looking shriveled, suddenly raised his head and glared at York Charlie, “Let me ask you, why did you do that to Blanche?”

The question, he asked for Blanche Capra.

If it had been himself, he never would have still had illusions about someone like that.

The corners of York Charlie’s hooked mouth drooped, and with it his gaze became cold and empty as he said mechanically, “She was in the wrong first, and I merely did what needed to be done.”

What a thin-skinned person.

Words can no longer describe the anger of Francesca Jones at this moment, he rushed straight up and grabbed York Charlie by the collar, swung his fist and gave him a heavy punch.

The maid, who was just bringing up the tea, screamed at the sudden scene and the tray fell to the ground.

York Charlie dodged for a moment and the corner of his mouth was broken.

He staggered a bit, stood still, touched the corner of his mouth, blood on the slender fingers looked extraordinarily bright.

It was just this small injury, it was nothing to him.

Just, who was he to be lectured by someone like that?

York Charlie grabbed Francesca Jones’ jacket to keep him from backing up and gave him the punch back, “Who are you Blanche Capra? What do you know about it? Who are you to stick your nose in between us?”

Yeah, that’s the thing that makes York Charlie super pissed off.

Francesca Jones, after all, had spent some time in a society where sticks and knives and guns fought each other, and was much quicker to react in that regard.

Deflecting her head to avoid York Charlie’s attack, she then swung her fist up with the intention of punching him again when a voice broke in.

“You guys stop fighting!”

It was Delia Field’s voice.

Out of instinctive reaction, Francesca Jones stopped her hand and Delia Field saw the opportunity to rush over and hug York Charlie, separating them, “Stop fighting, there’s no point in fighting anymore.”

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York Charlie was surprised by Delia Field’s presence, “What brings you here?”

“I was going to look for you at the office today, but the secretary said you were here, and when I came over and realized that the front door was left open along with the front door, I must have thought that something was wrong, and sure enough …,” Delia Field exhaled as she finished.