Master Charlie Was Tricked By A Woman

Blanche Capra’s eyes were glued to that fishtail dress as well, I should say so, there is no woman who doesn’t love a pretty dress, even her.

She was just wondering when York Charlie came towards her with his assistant.

Blanche Capra was shocked and giggled inwardly, unable to believe it, and looked around again, swallowing hard when she saw that everyone around her was looking towards her.

As if to confirm her doubts, the assistant stepped forward and smiled, “Hello Miss Capra, this is Master Amy’s sky-high design fishtail dress Lurid Moon, may I ask if you would like to try it on now?”

“Me?” Blanche Capra pointed backhandedly at herself, extremely incredulous.

There was also a large wave of shocked people on the side, that meant like how could it be her.

Blanche Capra looked at the man on the side who had no expression on his face, and in her heart she was casting aspersions on how this man could suddenly be so kind. There couldn’t be a conspiracy, could there?

Her body shook, Blanche Capra quickly waved her hand, narrowed her eyes and said to York Charlie, “President Charlie, thank you for your kindness, but I just can’t accept such an expensive dress.”

After saying that, her eyes also looked at Rurouni, and very reluctantly moved away from it, she had already forced herself to resist the urge to go up and touch it.

“That’s Master Amy’s heavenly design fishtail dress Rurouni, she really sheds her refusal?”

“Who is that woman? How come she knows York Charlie?”

…

Many people exclaimed, exclaimed at Blanche Capra’s attitude, she actually rejected York Charlie’s heart? Oh my God, how dare she?

“Shut up.”

As soon as she say the words, the room went enigmatically silent, and all of them took a conscious step back.

Blanche Capra rubbed her nose, a little embarrassed.

“Blanche Capra, I’m not asking you, I’m ordering you, wear it.” York Charlie looked straight at her word by word and said slowly, his low voice was like a magic spell, which actually made her unconsciously fascinated.

Only after a long time did she come back to her senses, “Why?”

“This is my deal with you, I need you to wear to show off the glazed moon’s style, you as a model need a chance to get out of the country, isn’t this the best of both worlds?”

Blanche Capra was a little tempted, her best friend next to her tugged on her sleeve and lowered her voice, “Blanche, just say yes, your show clothes are ruined, what are you going to wear on stage if you don’t have a costume?”

Her best friend hit the nail on the head, and Blanche Capra nodded her head yes without further hesitation.

It was ten minutes before the start of the show.

The assistant handed Blanche Capra a pair of ten centimetre high heels as well, explaining, “Miss Capra, Rurouni needs to be paired with ten centimetre high heels in order to better let out her radiance, it’s going to be hard for you.”

Blanche Capra took it and nodded, “I won’t let President Charlie down.”

…

Ten minutes had passed.

At eleven a. m., there was a burst of classical music coming from the Heilan Show, which had apparently already begun.

York Charlie and his assistant were sitting in the VIP seats and had a particularly good view.

One by one, the models fishtailed in, catwalking and posing glamorously in their various coloured outfits.Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

York Charlie watched quietly, but in reality his attention wasn’t on the booth, he remembered what had just happened, Blanche Capra stubbornly leaving backstage with the same expression he had had when he had forcibly kissed her.

It was all the same with anger and an emotion that even he couldn’t make out in her eyes.

Blanche Capra in the dressing room had also applied her make-up and changed into Rurouni, stepping slowly onto the stage in a pair of silver spiked heels.

She found it a little strange why Rurouni’s size was the same as hers, and even if it was the same, even if the shoes were too, the size was almost as if it was tailor-made for her.

Blanche Capra swung her head, shaking those thoughts out of her head and righting herself, exhaling a breath in preparation for the ring.

The ten centimetre heels did look very delicate and beautiful from the outside, but catwalking again on her sprained foot was going to be difficult.

Blanche Capra let out a long breath and followed the model who stepped out in front of her, her face instantly changing to a solemn look and a smile.

She was seen wearing a beige bustier tight dress, short in the front and long in the back, a butterfly’s compilation graphic in the back, simple but not too holy, shawl your long hair was coiled behind your head, a white rose was pinned in between her hair, and the whole thing was out of this world incredible.

She appeared on the scene, the whole show were stunned, by her body that kind of dusty temperament deeply attracted, as if the whole person was hooked by her soul.

York Charlie also had a few moments of amazement in her eyes, and when she turned around that butterfly bone on her back was tantalisingly incomparable.

In an instant, the entire audience erupted in an unbelievably loud applause, and all the people watching the show stood up excitedly just to give Blanche Capra a round of applause.

Under the stage, there was a person who gritted his teeth in hatred, itching to tear the people on the stage to pieces.

Blanche Capra returned backstage after the show, her ankle tearing up in pain the moment she relaxed.

Her heels were swollen like buns when she took them off, and because they were swollen, there were visible strangulation marks from the heels.

She no longer wanted to walk, looked at her swollen heels and picked up her mobile phone to broadcast a call.

There was a sudden sound of footsteps in the background.

She angled her head and realized it was York Charlie, she pulled back a smile and was about to open her mouth when her eyes touched the person behind the man and she self-consciously kept her mouth shut.

York Charlie didn’t notice the difference and noticed her swollen heel like a bun and wrinkled his nose, he hadn’t expected it to be this bad.

“Miss Capra, congratulations, that was a very successful walk just now.” Shireen Miller’s smile made it impossible to tell that they had been sarcastic with each other before.

Blanche Capra smiled back and didn’t say anything.

Just at this moment, the one-metre-nine man suddenly squatted down, his big hand was about to touch Blanche Capra’s heel, she fiercely retracted back, unsuccessfully, her ankle was instead grasped by the man in his hand.

Warm and strange feeling, strong testosterone scent from the bottom up, somehow, she remembered the scene when she was forcibly kissed.

Cool to the touch, York Charlie took out the ointment and squeezed it into his hand and rubbed it on her, a gentle motion accompanied by a massaging motion that was very comforting and relieved her pain.

Blanche Capra was shocked back to her senses by the coolness of the ointment, only to realise that York Charlie was half crouched on the floor rubbing the ointment on her, she was horrified.

Shireen Miller is red with hatred and anger.

Blanche Capra struggled, unwilling to let him rub it on.

“Don’t move or I don’t mind pressing you down in public to give you the ointment.” York Charlie’s low and gentle voice came.

Blanche Capra pursed her lips in thought, “Then it’s always okay if I go to the bathroom, right?”

Still stubborn, she stood up, brushed his hand away, and propped herself up in her chair one step at a time.

Looking down, a pair of spiked heels appeared in front of her, and angling her head, there was Shireen Miller’s luscious face.

There was a bad feeling in his heart.

She smiled sweetly at herself, “Miss Capra, your leg is still not well, let me help you.”