Master Charlie Was Tricked By A Woman

A lot of clients would intentionally slow down before signing on the dotted line in order to spite Blanche Capra and experience what it would be like to have the president nodding and waving at them.

But on the strength of the Charlie Group in the past, once they encountered a client like that, whether it was York Charlie or Blanche Capra, their first reaction would be to throw their faces away and leave, and they would definitely not stay for half a minute.

Because they have a strong enough background.

However, now is different, the Charlie Group is in danger, Blanche Capra can only cater to the pace of the other side, as long as they want to delay, she must wait.

Anyway, she can wait, for the Charlie Group also can afford to wait, the customer is no matter how difficult, Blanche Capra in the end to carry down.

The bank loan, however, seemed to be getting tricky.

It is not that the bank president does not give face, dragged Blanche Capra after a bunch of nonsense, but finally rejected her request for a loan.

He promised yes, just with strings attached.

In the dining room, the plates had been removed, and on the cream-colored, gold-trimmed tablecloth was the governor and Blanche Capra’s hand.

Blanche Capra had been reluctant; the governor had asked her to hold out her hand, and she had been so momentarily obsessed with the loan that she had held out her hand and allowed the clothed beast to touch her.

Of course, the governor had only touched her arm, and Blanche Capra dropped goosebumps as if she had been struck by booming thunder, and she jerked her hand back.

Fighting back the nausea she felt inside, she asked the governor, “What are you doing?”

The governor, in turn, was more surprised than she was , “President Capra has been in the mall for so long, can’t you even understand that?”

It had only been a few months, but she was growing up at an alarming rate.

Blanche Capra knew what the bank president was talking about – nothing more than subterfuge.

I didn’t realize that the seemingly well-dressed bank president turned out to be a beast who loved to take advantage of women.

The words stayed in her heart, and Blanche Capra wasn’t able to spit them out.

She still had a glimmer of hope, after all, it was very important to THE Charlie Group.

“I understand, I’m just surprised at how you could do such a thing?” Blanche Capra avoided his greasy eyes and didn’t even want to look at him.

The other man was still chipper, and because he held the initiative, he didn’t have to worry about losses at all right now.

Besides, he didn’t think Blanche Capra was going to give up a contract for a hundred-million-dollar loan just because of this one night’s hospitality-there were no more underdogs to be found in town.

So he responded to her smugly, his demeanor divine, “That sort of thing? I did no more than what any other man would do, and besides, I had no intention of making President Capra my lover.”

“Just one night’s hospitality, and once you get through tonight, you’ll have a hundred million dollar loan to tide you over, isn’t that a bargain?” The governor finished by giving Blanche Capra a look from top to bottom.

“I heard earlier that the new president of THE Charlie Group was hot and flamboyant, and now it seems to be true.”

Anyway, after all was said and done, he was trying to subvert Blanche Capra.

Blanche Capra smiled faintly and silently put the documents away, then stood up and prepared to leave.

She had originally planned to just put the matter to rest, but after thinking about it, she was still angry, turned around and picked up the cup of white water and threw it in the governor’s face, “Screw your loan, I don’t want it.”

In the past, she did not accept subterfuge.

Now even if it’s difficult, she won’t be slighted.

Blanche Capra left the hotel in stride in full view of everyone.

After walking out of the hotel, her face, which had been taut all the time, drooped for a moment, revealing her fatigue.

After working day and night for two days in a row, Blanche Capra’s mental and physical strength had already reached its limit, and she was even tired of walking, but after standing at the door for a long time without stopping a cab, she could only walk and wait.

No matter how capable a person is, there is still a limit to his physical strength, not to mention that Blanche Capra’s heart has been broken by York Charlie recently, and she can’t hold on any longer.

It was just that Blanche Capra could not have imagined that she would exhaust the last of her energy at this time, and just suddenly fainted on the street.Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

Because of the dense night color, people could not see clearly, or because of the indifference of people’s hearts, when Blanche Capra collapsed on the street, the first reaction of the people around her was not to save her, but to speed up their steps as if they were afraid of being charged with unnecessary crimes.

Those people probably thought she was drunk.

If he hadn’t shown up, I’m afraid she would have had to sleep here all night, and with it being so cold tonight, with a thin layer of frost on the ground, her wool coat wouldn’t have been able to withstand the invasion of cold air as she just lay there.

And York Charlie did not know what kind of sinful relationship he had with Blanche Capra, which could make him on his way from work, but also happened to witness Blanche Capra fainted.

His subconscious reaction was to let go of the steering wheel and reach out with his hands, with the delusion that he would be able to hold the person up in the car.

The steering wheel almost skidded, and he came back to his senses, rushed to stabilize the car, and drove the car to the street to stop.

After a considerable mental struggle, York Charlie got out of the car.

He walked over to Blanche Capra, still not quite convinced that she had actually fainted, and called out to her in a nonchalant manner, “Hey, if you’re going to act out, do it somewhere else, aren’t you ashamed to be here?”

“This world is really too small, how can I run into you everywhere I go.”

Blanche Capra’s brain was already disconnected, not to mention whether she could wake up, even if she was splashed with cold water, she would not necessarily wake up.

After calling out to her a few times, Blanche Capra still didn’t respond, and York Charlie then realized that she had really passed out.

The toe of his shoe kicked her arm and there was no response.

“And even if it is, what’s it to me?” The words were for himself.

He hated her so much, he should be happier if she froze to death on the street.

Why worry about her?

There was no need for that.

York Charlie mentally hypnotized himself as he got back into the car, but not with his seatbelt on, his eyes still on Blanche Capra lying in the street.

She looked as if she had fallen asleep rather than fainted, her auburn hair spread out and sideways, her pale face bright and luminous against her hair, her delicate contours like the model of a sketch, her arms and legs all naturally flexed, her beret still resting in her hand.

If you looked at it from above, it qualified as looking like a screenshot from a movie-beautiful, and quiet, and sad.

York Charlie remembered, I think he’d drawn this silhouette when he was in art class in high school, only slightly more childishly, a side he’d depicted countless times.

It was clearly a complete memory, but York Charlie was unwilling to admit that it was true, he thought it was probably a faulty memory, convincing himself with such an absurd reason.

Since he thought so, he could have just walked away.

But York Charlie just couldn’t leave a Blanche Capra like that on the street.

If it was an enemy, then he could just ignore it, why did he still care so much …

York Charlie’s mind went blank, and with his IQ temporarily offline, his arms and legs followed his instincts and he pushed the car door straight open and got out to pick up Blanche Capra, who was lying on the ground.

His movements were careful, afraid of disturbing her.

Send her to stay at a hotel? Or send her home?