Master Charlie Was Tricked By A Woman

Delia Field’s presence to Francesca Jones only fueled his anger even more.

It was because this woman had stolen York Charlie that Blanche Capra was what she was, and she was technically the original sin.

But considering Delia Field was a woman, Francesca Jones didn’t go after her.

“Get out of my way, this is between the two of us,” Francesca Jones glared coldly at Delia Field.

His eyes were truly appalling, but Delia Field stiffened against his counsel, “Didn’t I tell you? Fighting like this any longer won’t get us anywhere, it’ll just be a lose-lose situation.”

She didn’t understand the figure.

“Think of all the good your future husband has done and you’ll see why I’m beating him,” Francesca Jones sneered, looking at York Charlie with unmistakable mockery, “It’s a shame the law can’t cure him, I’ll take care of him. ”

Francesca Jones does not beat York Charlie a meal, his heart this breath really can not swallow.

On the day of the final hearing, he dealt with the family’s affairs, all the way to the court door, however, has long been empty, the courtroom is only left on the floor of the garbage, wet with tears, paper towels, crumpled up into a ball was left on the chair, proving that someone has been here.

He’d still missed it.

Even if he hadn’t missed it, his showing up wouldn’t have changed anything, the most he could have done was cause a scene in the courtroom, put York Charlie in the hospital, and then he’d follow Blanche Capra to jail.

It would be nice if the plot went in that direction.

But that was a fantasy. The reality was that York Charlie had won a complete victory, and the city was celebrating as if it had just shot a criminal, and that night the city was even more prosperous than usual, and the gray clouds and the moonless sky did not dampen the enthusiasm of the people.

The gray clouds and the moonless sky did not dampen the passion of the people.

The internet was a carnival, too, as Blanche Capra’s dark stories were dug up, and who cared if they were compiled or real, as long as they were about her, they were approved of.

Francesca Jones’ heart was in her mouth, if she had known this would happen, she should have been tougher in her attitude in the first place and asked Blanche Capra to stay by his side and not to leave, until she forgot about York Charlie and accepted him, and then he would have unshackled the shackles.

Now it was too late to say anything, before finding someone to rescue Blanche Capra from the abyss, one of the first things he did now was to beat York Charlie up hard.

The blood at the corner of York Charlie’s mouth has stopped and Delia Field reaches up to touch his cheek to see how badly he’s hurt, but he gently grabs it and moves away.

“Delia, this is between me and him, you’ll get hurt if you intervene.”

“But …” Delia Field looked at him worriedly and York Charlie shook his head, “Don’t worry, I’m fine.”

Even if he was, he couldn’t let unrelated people get involved.

Delia Field saw that she couldn’t talk him out of it, so she could only retreat to a position with the servants and watch their argument in silence.

Hopefully there wouldn’t be another fight.

Francesca Jones still looked at them with hateful eyes, “York Charlie, since you like that woman so much, leave Blanche Capra alone.”

York Charlie turned and took a step closer to him, “Get this straight, it’s Blanche Capra that’s bothering me, you think I want to see that woman.”

“That’s just it, Blanche Capra has been tortured enough by you too, and you can still hurt her, you’re not human.”

“I’ll give it back to her as it is, she deserves it for all the disruptions in my schedule.”

Deserved?

Francesca Jones just can’t believe how ungrateful a person can be.

Blanche Capra had waited so long before, and for what.

Reason is like a taut thread, ready to snap at any moment. Both Francesca Jones and York Charlie are in such a state, and the atmosphere has dropped to the freezing point as a result.

Suddenly, Francesca Jones let out a soft laugh, stirring York Charlie’s sensitive nerves.

He frowned, his eyes reflecting Francesca Jones’ face more and more clearly, “What are you laughing at?”

“I’m laughing at how blind Blanche was to look at someone like you, and foolishly wait for someone to come back who couldn’t possibly come back, and fight tooth and nail to guard THE Charlie Group for him, only to be stabbed in the deepest way by the one she loved the most in the end.”

Still from behind, with no defense on her part.

Here we go again, Lorcan George said the same thing, making it seem like he owes Blanche Capra a deep debt of gratitude, that’s clearly what she deserved isn’t it.

Don’t look as if he’s unrepentant in his disappointment for doing something wrong.

He just did what he had to do.

On an impulse, York Charlie snapped and grabbed Francesca Jones by the collar, glaring, his tone tinged with sharp mockery, “Wake up, this is all a plot by Blanche Capra, you’ve all been fooled by her façade, when in reality, she’s a fraud.”

“What do you mean-” Francesca Jones got agitated as well, they had finally broken through the line of reason and lost their balance.

York Charlie interrupted Francesca Jones, “She’s to blame for getting where she is today, what’s it got to do with me, you guys stay away from me!”

As soon as the words left his mouth, Francesca Jones punched him, which broke the corners of both mouths.

Delia Field and the maids screamed in shock at the sight, not knowing what to do at all.

York Charlie is pushed against the wall and Francesca Jones is choking him with such force that a woman would have suffocated by now.

York Charlie wrenched at Francesca Jones’ fingers, clearly at a disadvantage.

However, there was no sign of weakness in his demeanor; instead, he became more aggressive.

Delia Field was terrified, but she couldn’t turn a blind eye, trembling, she stepped forward and pulled Francesca Jones, “You get him off me, we’re calling the police to arrest him.”

As the words fell, York Charlie just managed to find a gap and kicked Francesca Jones so hard that Francesca Jones ate the pain and let go, which allowed York Charlie to breathe.

He gasped for air, feeling bad in his heart.

Francesca Jones seemed to really want to kill him.

If he hadn’t been fighting back when she was choking him, he would have been dead by now.

Francesca Jones bumped into Delia Field as she stepped back and she stumbled, nearly falling, but luckily the maid came over in time to help her.

“Call the police, this man is a madman.” Delia Field instructed the maid.

Before the maid could turn around, Francesca Jones sneered, “Go ahead and report it, it’s really worthy of being a husband and wife, even the way they deal with people is exactly the same.”

“Is this … something I still need to go to?” The maid wondered which one of them was the authority.

York Charlie brushed his hand away, “No, the nature won’t change if you send in a third-rate punk like that.”Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

He locked eyes with Francesca Jones, both gazes cold, “Blanche Capra goes in there and might even get a good makeover.”

This last comment completely provoked Francesca Jones, who was still angry, and he went straight to his feet, kicking him into the wall before either York Charlie or Delia Field could react, Delia Field and the servants turning white with fear.

Finished Francesca Jones grabs York Charlie who is covering his stomach and forces him to straighten up and look up at him, “You’re going to regret this sooner or later asshole.”

What he couldn’t get even if he put his life on the line, York Charlie was trampling on it like that, Francesca Jones was getting more and more pissed off as he thought about it, and was about to punch York Charlie a few more times, when his cell phone rang.

Francesca Jones didn’t want to ignore it, but thinking that it might be related to Blanche Capra, he finally let go of York Charlie’s collar and left the villa with his cell phone.