Master Charlie Was Tricked By A Woman

Caught off guard by the appearance of a person in front of her, she subconsciously had to step back.

It was this action that made her even more unprepared for what came next.

Blanche Capra’s feet slipped as she stepped back, and her entire body was bent at 120 degrees, and as she watched her back was about to have a close kiss with the earth, she also closed her eyes in despair.

Just as she was falling backwards, she was suddenly pulled in by a lean, but not overly strong arm, a rough gravelly palm gripping her wrist.

Blanche Capra slumped violently forward, but, stumbling on her feet, her body flopped straight down.

She panicked, and in her extreme panic, not being able to think, she clawed and grabbed at whatever she could.

The body still fell, but there was still half of it hanging on top of some object.

Just for a moment as she slumped down, she could feel warm breath against her face, the soothing, smooth fabric didn’t feel the slightest bit cackly, except that something inside that fabric inexplicably stood up a few moments later.

Once she felt safe, Blanche Capra let out a long breath, not realising what she was clutching, and as she exhaled against the fabric, the strange firmness became more pronounced.

Just as she was about to raise her head to look at it, a voice sounded above her head.

The slightly magnetic low voice was somewhat sarcastic, “Are you that horny?”

That low tone was a little different from the past, and it clearly contained some sneers and a few … hidden points.

Blanche Capra body stiffened, looked up to see, just on a pair of bright as a star’s black eyes.

Stunned for a moment, she lowered her head again to look, she was currently half kneeling on the ground, the remaining half of her body hanging on his pair of long legs, and the thing that Blanche Capra had just grabbed … was precisely the man’s important part.

Her face flushed red in a flash, her fingers moved slightly, and the warmth was extremely weirdly angular through the fabric, she was even more embarrassed and immediately withdrew her hand.

“What? Still not getting up?”

This time she more obviously heard the mockery in his words, and also couldn’t help but feel a little slightly angry, her ankles straightened up.

“Hiss,” Blanche Capra cried out in pain almost at the same time, clutching her foot and clenching her teeth hard; her ankle was sprained and moving it felt like it could kill her.

York Charlie noticed and was about to speak when the woman stiffly braced herself to get up.

There was some anger in his heart, all sprained and still restless?

Bending down, arms across her, Blanche Capra resisted, but then swallowed her words when she came into contact with his icy eyes.

The princess picked her up and headed straight for the backstage.

Blanche Capra was a little confused at the moment, how did he know he was going backstage?

Along the way, there was no shortage of people looking at them, most of them ogling York Charlie.

York Charlie pushes the door open and is met by the stunningly beautiful Shireen Miller, especially with her make-up on.

There was a momentary stalemate in the atmosphere.

In the end, Shireen Miller spoke up, seeing York Charlie hugging Blanche Capra, her eyes about to burst into flames with jealousy, but she held her tongue.

A slightly stiff smile, “York, what’s wrong with Miss Capra?”

“Sprain.” York Charlie said coldly, not looking at her, finding a spot and setting the man down steadily.

Shireen Miller followed her over, still covering her mouth in surprise when she heard, “How, how did Miss Capra sprain herself at the sight of our York? But fortunately, fortunately it was pounced on York, then if it was someone else …”

She didn’t say the latter, the end of the sentence pulling out long and hard.

Blanche Capra was offended, did she mean by that that she fell over herself at the sight of a man?

She calmed herself and rubbed her ankle, her anger subsiding and she smiled instead of being angry, a reaction that left Shireen Miller unsure.

“Miss Miller is joking, honestly, even if some people were hard up to jumping into a man’s arms no one would want them would they?”

Blatant sarcasm, that was the retort Blanche Capra gave her.

Shireen Miller clenched her fists so hard that her nose pushed up in exasperation, a reaction that lasted only a few seconds.

After a few seconds had passed, she looked at York Charlie pitifully.

“Did Miss Capra misunderstand, I didn’t mean anything by what I just said, you, you didn’t just say that about me again, did you?” She bit her lip and her eyes reddened.

York Charlie had one hand in his pocket, his dark eyes looked at Blanche Capra, suddenly his eyes condensed with a layer of fog, unable to see or feel.

“I just did not specify who it is, Miss Miller how own right?” Smiling sweetly, the standard reveals eight teeth, the knitted brows are extremely seductive.

“I’ll go out first, after all, I’m here, you guys will definitely feel inconvenient right.”

The words just fell, she stiffly braced herself to stand up, her ankles hurt to the bone, and her sensory organs were surprisingly more sensitive at this time.

Every step was a million miles away, and even so, she continued to walk slowly.

As she passed York Charlie, she suddenly met his meaningful eyes.

There was a moment of disorientation, and then a quick move away.

Her departing back is reflected in York Charlie’s eyes, which are even more misted, and the strangeness in his heart is even more obvious.

After Blanche Capra left, York Charlie swept a fierce-eyed Shireen Miller away, and then tucked it away for a split second when he looked over.

“I’ll leave you to it.” Without a hint of explanation, he left, and Shireen Miller called out behind him several times without bringing him back.

Shireen Miller’s gaze grew fierce, her fists clenched hard, Blanche Capra, I’m not done with you!

…

After leaving backstage, Blanche Capra limps into the dressing room, which is filled with people in twos and threes.

She had just sat down when someone came into the dressing room.

“Blanche, you need to come over there with me and see what’s going on, your performance outfit is ruined.” Both eyes were worried.

“What? What’s going on?” Blanche Capra jerked to her feet, forgetting about her sprained ankle, and stood up and jerked backwards.

“Your leg?”

Blanche Capra looked to her ankle and shook her head, “It’s fine, you show me the show clothes first.”

Just as she took a step, she heard the door click open and the crowd suddenly gathered.

In a matter of moments, an exclamation of surprise came from someone in the crowd, and intermittently people exclaimed as well.

“Oh my god, pinch me, did I see it right? Is that the fishtail dress glazed moon?”

“You didn’t see it wrong, oh my god, it’s beautiful!”

“Huh, isn’t that York Charlie, the president of THE Charlie Group? Why is he here?”Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

“Really hey, who do you think he could be here for?”

“York Charlie is really the most mysterious and reserved existence in A City, gosh, do you guys feel the cold air on him?”

The dressing room seemed to explode with the sound of cold breaths after seeing York Charlie.

Blanche Capra also heard them and was shocked at how York Charlie, the CEO, came to the dressing room.

She looked around again, Shireen Miller wasn’t here.