Master Charlie Was Tricked By A Woman

Though Moore Howard didn’t think Delia Field should be stupid enough to poke Lynel Field in the face about his lies, just in case, he hinted to her with his eyes – don’t just open your mouth.

If she was going to say something, he would say it, and she just had to follow his lead.

Whatever he said, she’d follow in a roundabout way.

Moore Howard came down the stairs and took the initiative to strike up a conversation with Delia Field, “I believe this is your daughter, Ms. Delia Field, nice to meet you.”

“Well …,” Delia Field resentfully extended her hand to shake hands with him.

She didn’t understand what Moore Howard was doing here, she hadn’t heard that was part of the plan.

“Let me introduce myself, I’m Lear, your father’s financial advisor, and will be staying here starting tomorrow.” Moore Howard volunteered his fake name.

Now Delia Field knew why Moore Howard dared to come in openly, it was true that he still had to rely on deception.

However, once she thought of being able to spend time with Moore Howard in the future, Delia Field couldn’t help but feel secretly delighted while being vaguely worried.

How long had she dreamed of waiting until she could live with him openly and honestly, and now that her wish had finally come true, what was there for her not to be happy about.

Only, she was still curious as to what Moore Howard’s purpose for coming here was.

“Much obliged in the future.” Delia Field smiled faintly, then turned her gaze to Lynel Field, “Dad, can I go back now to catch the announcement?” It wasn’t too late to go back.

York Charlie had already left anyway.

Lynel Field didn’t stand in the way this time, “I’ll have the driver take you there so I don’t waste time waiting for the car.”

As soon as the words were out of his mouth Moore Howard bristled and offered to give Delia Field a ride, “I just happen to be leaving as well, why don’t you let me give Miss Field a ride.”

“Would that be too much trouble for you.”

“No, it’s all I should do.” Moore Howard guffawed, his demeanor was elegant and generous, like a traditional English gentleman from medieval Europe, although he was a worldly person at first glance, he was not obnoxious.

On the contrary, it also made Lynel Field appreciate him even more.

“Then I’ll trouble you for the hard work.”

“No,” Moore Howard turned his eyes to Delia Field, and the moment his four eyes met, his calm eyes filled with goodwill instantly dimmed, replaced by a chilling coldness.

Delia Field followed Moore Howard out of the house, and as soon as they got into the car, Moore Howard’s face, which had been wearing a smile, instantly drooped, the rearview mirror clearly reflecting his grim face.

Delia Field couldn’t understand what he was so angry about; she hoped he was jealous because of York Charlie, but that clearly wasn’t the reason.

She wasn’t having a good day either, so she wasn’t clinging to him like she had been before, and Moore Howard wasn’t talking, so the two of them stayed in a state of silence, and all that came to their ears was the sound of the gas pedal being pressed.

It’s not a way to continue this stalemate, Delia Field finally lost to Moore Howard and took the initiative to open her mouth to break this deadlock, “Moore, why did you show up at my house?”

He wasn’t hitting on her house, was he?

Moore Howard looked straight ahead, his grip on the steering wheel clenched, “What? You’re not happy to see me? I went to a lot of trouble to get your dad’s permission to see you, and staying at your house will enable me to spend time with you.”

“Of course I’m glad, but is this too risky for you?”

Moore Howard knew Delia Field like the back of his hand, and he had the answer she wanted in hand.

“If it’s for you, it’s not risky at all.” Moore Howard said, his gaze sinking once more, “Besides, there’s no way I’m going to push York Charlie off the presidency if I keep hiding in the shadows.”

In fact, the latter was his main purpose.

They say that women in love have zero IQ, and Delia Field was no exception, and really believed Moore Howard’s bullshit, forgetting the pain after a good day, and starting to hold expectations for him again.

“I see, so how can I help?”

Moore Howard had been waiting for Delia Field to say this, and he took advantage of the lull in waiting for the green light to let go of the steering wheel and turn to hold Delia Field’s hand, stroking it delicately.

“You have to help fulfill what I entrusted you with earlier, if Blanche Capra flips and she teams up with York Charlie against me, I don’t have the slightest chance of winning.”

After all is said and done, it’s still about Delia Field using the power of THE FIELD FAMILY to help him interfere with Francesca Jones’ investigation.

Having lost count of the number of times Moore Howard had brought it up, Delia Field knew he’d be disappointed in her if she didn’t say yes this time.

She didn’t have a choice.

“Okay then, I’ll try and let you know if I hear anything.”

Moore Howard took great pains to finally wait for Delia Field’s agreement, naturally his heart was overjoyed and he gave a rare smile, “After we’ve brought down both Blanche Capra and York Charlie for good, I’ll formally bring up the matter of marriage with you to your father. ”

“With the Charlie Group’s huge background behind me, even if I was a fugitive suspect, I believe your father will not refuse this marriage.”

Moore Howard spoke as if he had his future with Delia Field figured into his plan.

Yet the heart is always hard to guess, and while he was saying all these sweet nothings, all he was thinking about was how he was going to get rid of Delia Field when the time came.

He has already made plans, when the Field Group is emptied, Delia Field and Lynel Field will be nothing more than trash that can be kicked away.Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

It’s not that Moore Howard doesn’t care about women, it’s just that in his eyes, women are just a temporary pastime that he’ll throw away when he’s tired of them and discard them when they’re no longer of any use to him, and he’s never found anything wrong with that.

The exception, of course, was Blanche Capra.

I’m afraid that only York Charlie will treat that thorny woman as a treasure to be loved.

…

A ringing bell woke up York Charlie, who was sleeping, and he frowned as he opened his eyes to a glowing white ceiling and unfamiliar smells wafting through the air.

It dawned on him that he had now moved away from THE FIELD FAMILY and was on his own.

With so many properties to his name, he had chosen to live in the villa where Blanche Capra had once lived.

Why, even he doesn’t know.

But York Charlie had to admit that since his return, his sleeping condition was much better.

At least, not insomnia every day until late at night.

Only, there were still dreams of Blanche Capra in prison, looking at him outside the prison with an indifferent face, a high wall between them, having to stand on tiptoe to see each other.

Blanche Capra, whose eyes seemed to see through everything, looked at him through the gray wall with hatred in her eyes.

At first he had dreamed of her, and her face had been more sad, but now it was only hate.

And his heart ached with it, as if he’d been cut and blood splattered.

York Charlie was almost sweating every time he woke up once from a dream.

And today it was so hard to get a good night’s sleep, only to have it disturbed by an unwanted guest, York Charlie was in a terrible mood now.

He sat on the edge of his bed, holding his cell phone in his hands and asked Francesca Jones in a nonchalant manner, “So what, exactly, did you want to see me about?”