Master Charlie Was Tricked By A Woman

When Blanche Capra saw the news, her whole body looked like she was petrified and didn’t move a bit.

Francesca Jones had been worried that this might happen, which was why she had to bring her back.

“If you were at the office at this time, you’d be dragged out and flogged, so stay here until the wind passes and I’ll have the maids take care of you.”

Francesca Jones was just about to get up when Blanche Capra grabbed him by the corner of his coat, her hand trembling.

“What’s wrong?” Francesca Jones tensed with her.

“I’m going back, you’re taking me back.” Her voice was unexpectedly calm.Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

It was a decision made with determination.

Francesca Jones could also see how worried Blanche Capra was about what was going on over at the company.

But he was afraid he’d have to go against her wishes this time.

“I’m sorry, I’m afraid there’s nothing I can do to help you this time.”

Blanche Capra’s face immediately changed when Francesca Jones finished speaking.

“Why? You’re the one who brought me here, so you should send me back shouldn’t you?” Blanche Capra got emotional all of a sudden, she stood up and her eyes glazed over.

Seeing her react that way, Francesca Jones knew that she must have misunderstood that he was planning to keep her a prisoner all the time.

Was he that untrustworthy in her mind?

Francesca Jones smiled bitterly and explained to her, “I didn’t intend to keep you imprisoned all the time, I just want you to rest here in my place for a few days, and when the wind passes, I will send you back.”

“But I need to go back now.”

Blanche Capra finished with an exasperated voice, she knew that her words were not very convincing, so she tried to calm down, “I know that you’re doing it for my own good, but have you ever thought about how the outside world will look at me, how my employees will look at me, if I’m the president of the group and yet I’m the first one to run away first when things go wrong.”

“Even if my image doesn’t matter well, I can’t let the reputation of THE Charlie Group be ruined.”

It wasn’t as if Francesca Jones hadn’t considered these questions, and he knew that Blanche Capra cared about the Charlie Group-just because it was York Charlie’s brainchild.

She was still waiting for him to come back.

Francesca Jones could only prioritize Blanche Capra’s personal safety right now, “I’ll help work something else out together.”

“How do you want to fix it?!” Blanche Capra’s emotions were bordering on out of control.

“My family has money too, I have a voice at home, I’ve made a lot of money over the years doing things for other people to gather information, I can help fill that void for you, and on the media side, I can help with communication as well, right now you just let the builders make a scene, and when they get tired they’ll go back to their good selves.”

Blanche Capra gasped, her eyes reddened, “I don’t want it, thanks.”

“Why?”

Francesca Jones couldn’t understand why Blanche Capra was such a deadbeat, all she had to do was listen to him and not worry about anything.

Blanche Capra just didn’t want it, she knew that once she owed a favor, no matter who it was, she would have to pay it back eventually.

“I don’t want to owe you a favor.”

“It’s not like I’m asking you to pay it back.”

“But my heart would be burdened, and I’d rather I never owed the favor in the first place.” Blanche Capra raised her eyes, and the seriousness in her gaze let Francesca Jones know she couldn’t be fooled this time.

“I’m willing to bear it with you-”

Francesca Jones didn’t finish her words after all, Blanche Capra stopped in time, “And later on, when York Charlie’s memory comes back, he’ll be pissed when he hears that I’ve asked for help with another man, and I don’t want to make him angry.”

Though there was no telling if that day was ever going to come.

She also wasn’t confident that York Charlie would still love her after he got his memories back, maybe he’d find Delia Field to be the perfect companion for him.

Seeing Blanche Capra’s despondent yet determined look, Francesca Jones stopped pushing her.

“You really are still waiting for him.” He laughed bitterly.

Sometimes he had to admit that he envied York Charlie for being able to win Blanche Capra’s heart.

He was exhausting himself in trying to impress, and he didn’t always get a little affectionate charity from her.

But damn it, York Charlie couldn’t think of anything.

Blanche Capra blinked as she averted her face, “There’s nothing left for me to do now but wait, and I don’t know what it’s going to take to bring him back.”

She had reached the point of paranoia.

Even so, there was no giving up.

Francesca Jones nodded, “If I were York Charlie, I’d fall overboard one more time and get my memories back, and the first thing I’d do when I woke up would be to punch myself in the face.”

“I can’t believe I did that to someone I love.”

That confession of his, pretending to be from York Charlie, is actually from his own heart.

And it was only under those circumstances that Blanche Capra was willing to let him go on.

“If you can understand that, then why don’t you let it go?” Blanche Capra brought the conversation back to its original topic, which she hadn’t forgotten.

Francesca Jones was right in front of her, and she couldn’t move left or right-they were stuck between the gap between the couch and the coffee table.

Francesca Jones was even firmer than she was – a firm no, “I told you, I can’t listen to you on this one, it’s safer for you to stay here.”

“You-”

“The paparazzi aren’t familiar with me yet, and even if they knew, they wouldn’t dare mess with me, so you can stay here without fear.” Francesca Jones pulled her to the dining room.

He ordered the maid, “Bring up the food immediately.”

“I made Italian style dishes today, I don’t know if you like it, if not I can ask the cook to remake it.” Francesca Jones doesn’t give her a chance to speak.

Blanche Capra was now sitting on the edge of her seat, where could she eat.

At that moment, the baby in her stomach kicked her, and she subconsciously frowned and stroked her stomach to feel the presence of the fetus in her belly.

The baby seemed to be blaming her for not eating, causing his nutrition to follow suit.

With this concern, Blanche Capra finally accepted Francesca Jones’ kind offer to finish a delicious Italian meal face-to-face with him.

With the construction workers’ banner demonstration still on her mind, she leaned against the porch window and called her secretary to see how things were going.

“President Capra, you can finally pick up the phone, we’re in a panic over here.” The secretary’s tone was anxious, causing Blanche Capra to panic along with her.

“We’ve already asked the security guards to kick them out, but they’re just saying that our company is bullying them for being weak and that our company has no credibility.”

Anyway, it was all kinds of smearing the Charlie Group.

Blanche Capra’s head exploded as she listened to them, she pressed her brows and waited for the secretary to finish before slowly speaking, “I know, I can’t rush back on my side yet for now, just tell those builders that their wages, I will pay them afterward, don’t worry about it.”

“But anyone who dares to smear THE Charlie Group, I will not forgive.” Blanche Capra’s tone suddenly turned vicious, startling the secretary.

“Okay, I’ll get on it.”

Hanging up the phone, Blanche Capra held down her brow as she clenched her teeth.