Master Charlie Was Tricked By A Woman

There was nothing wrong with Blanche Capra being very much in love with this child in her belly and willing to give her life for him.

But the thought of cheapening the villain that was Moore Howard.

She couldn’t do it.

Moore Howard already had the blood of many in THE Russell family on his hands, and now he was after her.

How would she willingly hand over THE Charlie Group to him and let him have his way.

“The baby I want.” Blanche Capra spoke cautiously, each word well thought out.

Moore Howard unfolded his hand, “In that case, you’ll just have to be a good boy and surrender control of THE Charlie Group to me.”

That was a pompous move on his part, she thought to herself.

“Did it ever occur to you that even if you were to take the presidency of the Charlie Group, neither the board of directors nor the management would recognize your situation?” Blanche Capra asked him suddenly.

“That’s my business too, not yours to worry about.” Moore Howard thought she was changing the subject.

In fact, Blanche Capra was shifting the focus.

“I left most of the real estate in the hands of York Charlie’s mother, and you’re the one who got the rest, and at the rate you’re squandering it, can you keep it?”

“Don’t you say that, it’s got nothing to do with you.”

Was she trying to push the limits of his patience now?

Blanche Capra, however, ignored it and continued on with her own words, “The shareholders don’t approve of you, the stock market takes a big dive, it empties the Charlie Group before you can even think of emptying it, and the Charlie Group will soon falter in your hands.”

“A loser like you has no business touching an industry the size of the Charlie Group.” As Blanche Capra finished speaking, Moore Howard finally relented and slapped her across the face.

The corner of her mouth broke and the taste of blood spread in her tongue.

It was just a slap, it was nothing to her.

The old lady had suffered more than he had eaten over the years, she could endure it.

Moore Howard pulled out a pocket knife and held it to her stomach and threatened her with a gasp as he grabbed her by the collar, “Looks like you won’t know who’s boss around here until I do something about it.”

Blanche Capra snapped a glare at him, “If you touch my child, not one bit, you’ll get nothing.”

“Don’t forget you’re asking me for something now, we’re both holding each other at bay, it won’t do you any good if you just kill me.”

Blanche Capra was right, their current situation was unbalanced, but that didn’t mean Moore Howard could do whatever he wanted.

Moore Howard slowly adjusted his breathing, and finally reason overcame his impulses and he put away his pocketknife.

“Blanche Capra, I really regret keeping you around in the first place.”

Ten years ago he would never have believed to death that she was now his greatest threat.

Still, it was too soon to speak of demoralization; what would happen to them in the future would depend on Blanche Capra’s attitude this time.

Moore Howard was determined not to lose out.

Blanche Capra wanted to shrug her shoulders, but she couldn’t, “And I regret being blind enough to work with someone like you.”

She just shouldn’t have chosen a scumbag like Moore Howard when she was starving to death on the streets.

Now that the two were looking at each other, they simply both turned their faces away from each other, neither looking at the other.

But agitation still lingers between them.

Moore Howard is still trying to figure out how to get this Blanche Capra woman to hand over the Charlie family estate, while Blanche Capra is already surveying her surroundings and planning her escape.

A phone call breaks the silence between them.

Moore Howard picks up the phone and hangs up after a few responses.

He glanced down at the clock, there was no time to keep playing here with Blanche Capra.

Before he left, he dropped the words, “You’re going to be imprisoned in this house until you compromise, so if you don’t want to die of old age here, spit out the control for me quickly.”

With that, he headed for the door.

Blanche Capra stretched her neck to watch Moore Howard leave – there were two bodyguards outside the door when he opened it.

Moore Howard spoke to them for a moment, probably telling them to keep an eye on Blanche Capra or some such instructions.

After all, she’s a feral cat, how can she be kept locked up.

One bodyguard was to guard the exterior and one was to watch Blanche Capra in the house and take care of her basic necessities.

As soon as the bodyguard came in, Blanche Capra gave him a kind smile, a completely different face than when she had just treated Moore Howard.

She was intent on currying favor with the bodyguard and spoke with a deliberate pinch of tongue.

“Little brother, why do you want to work under someone like Moore Howard? He’s the most wanted man in the country.”

The bouncer initially ignored her chitchat, but then couldn’t help the sound of Blanche Capra’s voice as she spoke – that scratchy, whiny voice that was irresistible to straight men.

However, the bodyguard didn’t remove his defenses from her either, and just responded to her indifferently, “It’s useless for you to know that.”Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

“I’m just curious, just tell me.” Blanche Capra flashed a professional fake smile.

The bodyguard coughed and averted his face from her ray-like gaze, “I’m paid to do the same thing, and he said he wouldn’t turn us in if anything happened.”

Moore Howard could be trusted with his word?

They’d only be given up as scapegoats if something happened.

Blanche Capra smiled slightly, “So that’s how it is, indeed, money is a great temptation.”

“Actually, you just need to loosen up, we won’t do anything to you or your children.”

Blanche Capra shook her head, “I can’t loosen my tongue, I have my own problems.”

“…”

The two didn’t continue the conversation any further, but the relationship was always more familiar than it had been at first.

Blanche Capra saw an opportunity to ask for a drink of water again at this point, “I’m sorry, my hands are tied and I can’t drink, I’ll need a little help from you.”

“Oh.” Unguarded, the bouncer picked up the glass of water, unscrewed it, and handed it to Blanche Capra, the top of the bottle aimed at her mouth.

Blanche Capra took a sip, and she purposely let her mouth go, letting the rest of the water spill all over her.

“Ah-” Blanche Capra shrieked, startling the bouncer.

The lower half of her shirt was wet, and the cold water running through it and touching her skin was indeed unpleasant in this wintertime.

The bouncer frowned, “What’s gotten into you …”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to do it, can you trouble you to help me bring the clothes placed on the sofa, I want to change the wet clothes, it’s really too cold.”

“Got it.” The bodyguard saw that she looked guilty and her attitude softened.

“Thanks.” Blanche Capra gave a blushing smile, “That, can you untie me?”

“Can’t!” The bodyguard responded to her reflexively.

Blanche Capra frowned, looking like a wounded kitten, and beamed, “But, I won’t be able to change without the untie, and it’s really cold, so you can make an exception for once, and when I’m done changing, you can tie me back up.”

She begged many times, looking at the bouncer with tears in her eyes.

The bodyguard took a deep breath and still compromised, “Okay, just once, you’re not allowed to run away, or else I won’t be finished with you, know it?”

“Got it, got it, thanks little brother.” Blanche Capra smiled brightly.

Her heart was pounding so hard that it felt like it was about to jump out.

She would have to be calm to escape with her life.