Master Charlie Was Tricked By A Woman

The ambulance arrived quickly, carefully placing Shireen Miller on the bed and lifting her into the car.

Blanche Capra wrinkled her nose and followed self-consciously, she had caused this incident and she would certainly be responsible to the end.

The paramedics all got into the car and stopped her, “Miss, the car can’t fit anymore, why don’t you take that gentleman’s car and follow him here.”

After saying that, she pointed her finger at the black Lincoln outside.

Extremely iconic black, Blanche Capra knew it was York Charlie’s car.

A little conflicted in her mind, she finally frowned before walking over to the car, the window slowly lowered and York Charlie looked at her coldly.

“What are you waiting for? Get in the car!”

Blanche Capra didn’t rub his nose in it and walked towards the back seat door, but to her dismay, the front seat door opened.

“Don’t make me repeat myself twice!” The cold, magnetic voice rang out.

Finally, they arrived seconds after the ambulance did as well.

Shireen Miller was admitted to Surgical Emergency, the door closed so the two men couldn’t see inside.

There was a bench just outside the door and Blanche Capra sat down, rubbing her stomach as it ached a little from not having eaten all afternoon and into the evening.

York Charlie, not noticing her unusual reaction, leaned his body against the wall and took his cigarettes and lighter out of his pocket.

“Click” the cigarette was lit, York Charlie inhaled deeply, curls of smoke wrapped his whole face, his expression was obscure, looking at Blanche Capra’s eyes had a softness that even he couldn’t tell.

“Woman, remember yourself, you have just revealed your purpose.”

A wisp of smoke slowly drifted towards her, which at the moment was more refreshing compared to the choking smoke.

“Pfft.”

Laughing instantly from the serious lightness she had just shown, Blanche Capra covered her mouth and coughed and righted her voice before laughing sarcastically under the man’s intense gaze.

“Trees without faces will die, people without faces are invincible, I think President Charlie is relying on this set of guidelines to be able to gain a foothold in A City!”

What did he just say? Revealing her purpose? What purpose could she have? It’s hard to believe that he thought he admired him enough to go against Shireen Miller, right?

A flash of complexity darted across his eyes, only for the unspoken moral to be quickly reined in by York Charlie.

The ER opened its doors and the nurse wheeled Shireen Miller out as Blanche Capra rushed to her feet.

“The person is nothing serious, her head is broken by a few centimetres, it’s been stitched up and a CT has been taken, she has a mild concussion and will need to stay in hospital for a few days for observation, the patient’s family should go and pay first!” The nurse finished her orders and pushed the person away.

York Charlie unhurriedly fished out a mobile phone and dialled her assistant’s number, “Arrange Shireen Miller in the hospital’s senior ward, and get another caretaker over here!”

Blanche Capra’s eyes dimmed for a few moments as she listened to her arrangements.

The two walked together to the advanced ward on the third floor, where Shireen Miller was well cared for, and it didn’t take long for her to wake up.

Eyes dazed, she glanced around, realising it was a hospital, and saw the caretaker in front of her, the two men standing to the side.

She immediately noticed that something was different, and touched her head, which was bandaged like a mummy, and was in some pain from the anaesthetic.

Flattening her mouth in aggravation, her eyes overflowing with tears, she sobbed a few times and huffed, “York, am I disfigured?”

Again pointing her finger at Blanche Capra, she cursed angrily in aggravation, “It’s all because of you woman, if I’m disfigured I’ll never let you go for the rest of my life!”

Being scolded a few times, Blanche Capra didn’t retort, the breath she was carrying in her heart was also put down, being able to scold someone so freely, her situation couldn’t be any worse.

The corner of the mouth of the caregiver on the side twitched, the fall was on the head but not the face, where did the disfigurement come from?

“York, how long are you going to defend this woman?” Seeing that the man didn’t move a bit, she cried out in aggravation, tearfully accusing Blanche Capra.

The man who remained speechless looked towards Blanche Capra, his gaze cool, like the autumn wind, refreshing but without a trace of temperature.

“In that case, Miss Capra will make amends to Shireen Miller and stay to look after her! Is that enough?” His gaze still shot coldly towards Shireen Miller.

Seeing his cold gaze, the words that were about to come out of her mouth were swallowed, but in her heart, she hated that she was not willing to let that woman get away with this.

“I refuse!” Pursing her lips, she spoke coldly in a calm and self-assured manner.

She wasn’t a servant in their house, why should she have to do whatever he said?

“You think it’s working?” York Charlie snorted, the corners of his mouth lifting up in a smile, though brimming with nothing, there wasn’t the slightest hint of laughter in his eyes.

Watching the interaction between them, Shireen Miller, anxious, spoke to her condescendingly, “I’m not going to let you work for nothing.”

With that, darting out something from her bag, so fast you couldn’t see what it was, she whirled around and flung a wad of money into Blanche Capra’s arms, “Here’s your payment.”

Shireen Miller smiled gently, the smile not reaching her eyes, her cold and horrible gaze was fixed on her, as long as Blanche Capra stayed, then would she still worry about not knowing how to deal with her?

Just what she didn’t expect was that Blanche Capra tsked a few times after she got the money and looked at the money in her hand, “Look how generous your master is, 20, 000 came out with her hand.”

What did she mean by this, Shireen Miller felt vaguely bad.

The next instant a pile of money and five notes were thrown back, twenty thousand for her and five hundred from Blanche Capra.

“This is my compensation for you, and you shouldn’t think it’s too little, after all, that’s all you’re worth!” Blanche Capra smiled a million smiles.

“You …” anger poured out, pulling at the wound as she exerted herself, hurting her so much that she rubbed the back of her head, her icy gaze scraping at Blanche Capra’s face like a knife.

Without waiting for the next reaction from the two men, Blanche Capra turned away, clean and crisp.

The men had already collected their smiles long ago, and their complicated gazes fell on Blanche Capra’s back.

“York, look at her, she …” she said half-heartedly, still unable to utter a word.

She realized that York Charlie was staring at Blanche Capra’s departing figure with indescribable jealousy and anger.

That bitch had obviously come here to seduce York on purpose, and no, she was never going to let her get away with it!

“I’m going out to buy something, call the carer if something happens.”

The clear and low, as if aged wine generally intoxicating voice suddenly drifted into Shireen Miller’s ears without slowing down.

About to stop it, she quickly silenced herself after coming into contact with his icy cold breath.

She could only look helplessly at York Charlie’s distant figure, just as York Charlie had just looked at Blanche Capra, only the two emotions were not the same.

In front of the hospital.

Blanche Capra painfully looked at the insufficient balance of cash in her wallet, the corner of her mouth skimmed, had she known that she shouldn’t have been so generous in taking out five hundred just now.

That was her food expenses for a month ah, now only five hundred left, how can she still live ah!

Just as she was indignant, not far away, a slutty red car approached her unhurriedly.

“Little sweetheart,” the slightly magnetic man called out to Blanche Capra.

The car window rolled down, Blanche Capra looked at the familiar face was also a little helpless, let him not call her something little sweetheart every time, he just didn’t listen …

“Get in the car!” Lorcan George spoke, opening the car door in the process.

Blanche Capra gingerly prepared to get in the car, her little legs had just taken a step into the door when her wrist was grabbed coldly.