Master Charlie Was Tricked By A Woman

Staring at Blanche Capra’s figure far away, the deep eyes were chilled.

For the first time, a woman dared to forcibly kiss him and kick him in the dick.

Woman, I’ll remember you!

The mobile phone placed on the desktop suddenly rang, he picked it up and pressed the answer button.

“Young master, Miss Miller is here.” The one who entered his ear was the Charlie family’s old butler Harry lim, with a calm and strong voice, and a relative who had watched him grow up since he was a child.

York Charlie collected the coldness in his body, and hung up with just a “hmm”.

In less than ten minutes, a black Lincoln slowly drove into the suburb in front of an independent villa.

“Young Master.” A group of bodyguards standing in front of the villa neatly bent their waists and greeted each other.

Shireen Miller, who heard the voice, stood up in a hurry and turned around, her gaze bumping right into the man’s pair of deep eyes.

She hung her head, seemingly shy.

“I heard Oliver say you were back from a business trip, so I stopped by to see you.” Shireen Miller was too petulant to look him in the eye.

Naturally, it missed the flash of displeasure in York Charlie’s eyes.

Oliver, Harry lim’s wife, was over half a hundred years old, and just, how he didn’t know that his people had been bought off, heh.

Knowing his habits, the maid quickly poured half a glass of red wine and respectfully handed it to York Charlie.

York Charlie leaned elegantly and decently on the leather sofa, slowly shaking the goblet, the red liquid swaying with it, the top two buttons of his white shirt open, his bronze-coloured chest half exposed.

“Young master, there is a banquet in an hour, has the female companion been selected?” Beside the sofa stood an old man of nearly sixty years old, in high spirits and with a kind face, his hands respectfully behind his back.

At that, Shireen Miller glanced at him hopefully.

“Bring that tuxedo to Shireen Miller,” York Charlie said nonchalantly as he slowly took a sip of red wine.

And naturally, Shireen Miller couldn’t hide the look of joy on her face.

York Charlie, the president of the Charlie Group, has the monopoly of the entire A city and even the country’s resources, sitting in the highest position, is how many rich girls want to get the man.

And she, Shireen Miller, was naturally no exception.

Six o’clock in the evening.

A petite figure wrapped a long black coat outside, hiding her figure well, that small palm-sized face was tinted with a few shades of red because of her anxiety.

Almost late, thankfully.

She handed over the invitation, exhaled a long breath, and began to put on a straight face, in that instant, where there was still that petite and lovely little woman, a white-collar worker in the workplace.

Staff in receiving the invitation suspiciously swept her two eyes, he this is the first time to see someone to attend the banquet still wearing a jacket … or a long jacket.

The party had already started when Blanche Capra entered, and the person she was looking for was sitting on a sofa with a magazine in his hand.

She went over to him at the same pace.

As she did, there was a commotion at the door, and a bustling crowd gathered around, quickly dispersing and being replaced by an army of trained bodyguards stopping the crowd in turn.

A pair of men and women walked out of the crowd, the woman’s well-behaved ride on the man’s arm, in the flashing lights also lowered his head at the right time, outsiders look at the past only let a person feel like a golden boy and girl.

Blanche Capra saw no one; she was not interested in that.

Moon Wright saw her arrive and casually tossed the magazine aside, wrinkling her nose in displeasure, clearly displeased with her tardy behaviour.

Another look, however, was stunning.

Blanche Capra took off her jacket, revealing a long dress with a water droplet cut-out on the chest and a white fishtail hemline that made the beauty look more and more graceful, and looking at it tinted Moon Wright’s heart with a bit of fire.

Looking any further would surely humiliate him, Moon Wright averted his eyes just in time to see the figure of a man in front of him, and with a joyful smile, he walked over to him head on.

“President Charlie,” he greeted brightly.

York Charlie looked back as the half-hundred year old man approached with his beer belly and a glass of red wine in his hand in a somewhat flattering manner.

York Charlie tilted his head in greeting.

His eyes landed on the small woman who followed him.

York Charlie looked at her carefully, the woman’s figure was slender, her waist was thin, the innocence between her eyebrows and the low profile of her skirt were paired together, there was a kind of indescribable sexiness.

He suddenly remembered the kiss he had had not so long ago, so raw …

“President Charlie, what a pleasure to meet you, to think that you already have such an achievement at such a young age, it’s really better than blue.” Moon Wright unabashedly praised.Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

His gaze falls back on the shy woman beside York Charlie and he laughs twice, “President Charlie, is this your girlfriend? It’s beautiful.”

York Charlie didn’t admit or deny it.

Women naturally like to be complimented, and Shireen Miller subconsciously looked over at York Charlie, only to realise that his gaze did not fall on her, but on the woman behind Moon Wright.

A flash of sternness crossed her eyes, then quickly retracted as she smiled broadly and grinned at Blanche Capra.

“Fallacious. So this is Moon Wright’s girlfriend? Good looking.” Shireen Miller grinned.

Without waiting for Moon Wright to say anything, the man next to Shireen Miller cracks a smile and raises the corners of his mouth, “Nice indeed.”

Shireen Miller is a little annoyed and gives her a wicked, dark glare.

Blanche Capra looked over and didn’t notice anyone watching her and thought she was mistaken.

“Haha, Miss Capra is not my girlfriend, but my confidante.” Moon Wright laughed, snorting the subject away.

Shireen Miller’s eyes flashed with disdain, it turned out to be Moon Wright’s lover, and her stance was invariably much higher.

“Oh yeah?” York Charlie sniffed, the smile on his face deepening.

Blanche Capra privately skimmed her lips, how could she have never imagined that she would run into this man here, what kind of sin did she do?

“President, there are several political leaders who want to see you.” Harry lim walked over and interrupted them, respectfully reporting to York Charlie.

“Go.”

York Charlie glanced at Blanche Capra and left one word before leaving with Harry lim and the others, leaving Shireen Miller alone where she stood.

Expecting her to be embarrassed, to no one’s surprise, Shireen Miller took her hand intimately.

Blanche Capra frowned, holding back the displeasure in her heart not to pull her hand out as she stood there in a low profile, like a Buddha statue.

Shireen Miller saw that people did not buy the bill, smilingly said to her, “Miss Capra, Moon Wright can be really good to you, unlike York, he makes me attend the banquet every time, it can be tiring.”

There was something in these words, and Blanche Capra was no fool, and heard the meaning at once.

She was just trying to show off and belittle her as a ‘lover’.

“Blanche, come here.” Moon Wright waved her over to a group of chairmen who were also nearly half a century old.

Naturally, his purpose for letting her through was clear.

Blanche Capra smiled apologetically, “I’ll go over first.”

With that, she turned and left.

A few words popped out of Shireen Miller’s mouth, “Miss Capra, wait for me.” As soon as the words left her mouth, the heel of a pair of silver-grey stilettos stepped on them without missing a beat.

Blanche Capra didn’t listen, and as soon as she stepped away, she heard a “tingle” and a big rip in the hem of her skirt.

Shireen Miller covered her mouth and apologised.

She scanned Shireen Miller as if she hadn’t meant to, and the look in her eyes was clearly one of triumph.

Blanche Capra walks over to the couch and sits down, calmly ripping at the large gash again, and as the trailing sound dies down, she smoothly tosses the piece of fishtail hem into the trash.

Not far away York Charlie heard the noise and looked over just in time to see the scene of her ripping her skirt.