Master Charlie Was Tricked By A Woman

Blanche Capra clearly caught the hatred in Shireen Miller’s eyes, she smiled and didn’t poke at what she was trying to do.

Shireen Miller saw that she kept her mouth shut, so naturally she sweetly stepped forward and took her arm in an act of genuinely trying to help her.

York Charlie looked at Blanche Capra, a little confused, his dark eyes looking back and forth between the two in amusement, a faint smile in his eyes.

He was suddenly amused.

The bathroom.

As soon as she entered the bathroom, Shireen Miller shrugged her arm off viciously, looking at her in disgust, as sick as if she had seen a bug on her.

Blanche Capra had been prepared for this, but she really hadn’t expected Shireen Miller to be really strong, and she was caught off guard by the shove and almost slipped.

Her ankle almost sprained again as well, but luckily she managed to hold onto the wall just in time.

She didn’t get angry either, and looked at Shireen Miller with some amusement, wanting to see what other tricks she had up her sleeve.

“Tsk tsk, Blanche Capra you really have a set of tricks, York in front of a set, behind the back of a set of tricks, your foot, I’m afraid it’s not a sprain, and pretend, right, pretending can be really like, even I almost also believe it!” Shireen Miller said condescendingly, raising her head proudly.

The sarcastic tone as well as the glare gave Blanche Capra a heartbeat.

Something was about to break through in her heart, and the doubts she had just had were instantly understood.

Shireen Miller was just running over to teach herself a lesson so that she could show off her shamelessness.

She understood very clearly in her heart who was the shameless woman back then!

“How dare I compare myself to you Miss Miller, you are such a resourceful person, I am not even a hundred thousandth of you!”

Blanche Capra snorted, her heels a little soft from standing for so long, but despite that, she had to hold back, not letting a villain like Shireen Miller get the better of her.This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

“What do you mean?” Shireen Miller glared hard at her.

“Isn’t it clear what I mean Miss Miller? You’re the one who ruined my performance outfit, and now that there’s no one else here, you’re going to pretend with me?”

At the words, Shireen Miller mentally lurched and tensed a little, then angled her head and said, “Yes, that’s right, I’m the one who ruined it, so what are you going to do? Tell York? You don’t have the authority to do that!”

Destroying a show dress was a warning, she hated to kill Blanche Capra right there and then, it was hard to get over the fact that she hadn’t killed her!

The thought of her being held by York was on the verge of exploding the hate in her heart.

Staring at Blanche Capra’s innocent yet charming face, she was mad with jealousy, York Charlie hadn’t touched herself in all these years, even hugging was a luxury, so she hated this woman.

But she was also a little strange, York Charlie around so many women, why she would have a grudge against Blanche Capra?

The first time she saw Blanche Capra, something like a sense of crisis was running amok and screaming in her heart.

Turning her head, she glared hard at Blanche Capra and moved back to her somewhat limping left foot, her eyes reddening as she glared.

A light footstep outside the bathroom was coming closer and closer.

Shireen Miller’s ears caught the sound and also recognised the owner of the voice.

There was some amusement in her eyes.

Shireen Miller plants her body backwards, a look of horror on her face.

Halfway through the planting, a hand yanked her wrist violently, and with a tug, she was up again.

The owner of the hand lowered his voice, “Wanna play plant? Don’t rush, we can play slowly.”

Followed by, “It’s not just a frame-up, who wouldn’t?”

Blanche Capra’s voice was soft, as if she were murmuring softly in her ear, and it was this voice that sent shock waves through Shireen Miller’s mind, which grew more and more panicked.

She blanched a little, and the footsteps came closer and closer.

Turns out, turns out Blanche Capra knew!

As she fell into a panic, Blanche Capra’s lips curved into a bizarre arc and looked at her ridiculously, like she was looking at a dog.

Blanche Capra let go of her hand and quickly twisted her head a few steps forward, grabbing the bucket on the sink and splashing herself violently.

Icy cold water ran down the ends of her hair, soaking her entire body bit by bit, luscious curves emerging.

She also winced at the same time, it was now the end of autumn, close to winter, and therefore the weather was cold and chilly.

Shireen Miller never expected her to splash herself with water, something was panicking in her mind in general, her heart was pounding.

Just when she thought it was over, Blanche Capra’s foot lurched and her body collapsed.

The man who heard the noise quickened his pace and took a step into the bathroom, his eyes touched the scene and looked harshly at Shireen Miller, his deep black pupils glowing with a cold light.

“You listen to me …,” Shireen Miller opened her mouth to explain and was interrupted before she could finish.

“Miss Miller, I have no past grievances with you, why are you doing this?”

Blanche Capra’s face was white, her lips were blue, and her hair was a little damp, but her body was more thoroughly soaked.

The forced look was so realistic that if she hadn’t known the whole story, I’m afraid she wouldn’t have been able to help but believe it.

Heart pounding, she pulled on York Charlie’s arm, “I didn’t!”

Pointing at Blanche Capra again, she pointedly yelled, “She set me up, I didn’t push her.”

Shireen Miller’s red eyes hissed in a truly indecent manner, like a barking mad dog.

Snapping her head up, Blanche Capra gave a cold laugh, tinged with madness, but her voice was horribly low and sneering, “I set you up? Am I crazy enough to throw water on myself and fall?”

Touching her eyes, York Charlie’s heart gave a start, and his dark eyes converged.

Then his eyes gouged Shireen Miller like razor blades, interrupting her explanation, “Shireen Miller, when did your mind become so malicious?”

Just such a reprimanding sentence is enough to make Shireen Miller red-eyed, tears baring down, falling down like lifeless water, wiping her tears as she cries, her voice trembling, “York, you’d rather believe her than me?”

York Charlie didn’t respond to her, his cold-fronted lips pursed tightly as he walked over to Blanche Capra and tried to pick her up in a cross-armed hug, Blanche Capra dodged out of the way faster before he could move.

At some point Blanche Capra had burst into tears, she touched her tears, there was a time when she thought she would never shed another tear.

Shireen Miller kept huffing and puffing, and the aggrieved voice was even more heartbreaking.

Originally cold and heavy black eyes, at this time is covered with a layer of dense, and the heart, more impatient, irritable.

“Shut up.” He twisted his head to chide Shireen Miller.

Shireen Miller’s crying stopped.

Seeing Blanche Capra’s reluctance to hold her herself, he didn’t push it any further and placed his left hand in front of her so she could get up easily.

Unexpectedly, Blanche Capra pushed the hand away directly and forcefully, angled her head, and in those soft eyes was stubbornness as well as … pain.

“Is it fun to humiliate me?” She asked, the corners of her mouth raised high, but there was no smile at that moment.