Master Charlie Was Tricked By A Woman

“Dad, you’re still up this late?”

Lorcan George returned home and saw his father sitting in the living room instead of sleeping.

“Adverse son! You know it’s late? Come back so late, where did you go to fool around again?” old George opened his mouth to curse, angry one hand straight to slap the glass table top in front of him.

“Dad, what’s wrong with you? What did I do to piss you off?” Lorcan George was scolded by his father as soon as he came back, but he really didn’t know what he had done to make his father so angry.

“And you have the nerve to ask? I asked you to go to the launch and what did you end up doing there? Huh?”

At the mention of this OLD George was furious, how did he raise such a no-good thing? Let him inherit the family business he always thinks of playing. It was hard for him to agree to go to the launch this time, he thought that this was his son to work hard, and at that time, he was still glad that he had finally grown up. Who knew he made such a mess?

Spending large sums of money to send flowers to a playwright!

He was so angry when he heard his assistant pass on the news to him that he almost turned his back: Lorcan George has really grown up, and has even learnt to fool around with a model!

Lorcan George knew what he was talking about when he heard his father mention it: he was talking about the flowers he sent to Little Sweetheart, wasn’t he?

What’s the matter with you, you’ve got a lot to worry about, don’t you?

He thought so in his heart, but his mouth did not dare to say so to his father, “Dad, I just sent a bouquet of flowers to Little Sweetheart, didn’t I? See how angry you are, does our family even have the money for this bouquet of flowers?” Lorcan George smiled playfully and tried to gag his way out of the situation.

old George looked at the face that was so similar to his own, but not the slightest bit of his own rigour, that playful face as if telling him about his own life is not the same character.

Just felt like vomiting on the verge of vomiting blood: was this a bouquet of flowers thing?

“You’re unbridled! Don’t confuse me with Blanche Capra, she was no better than she used to be. She’s a trouper now! A trouper, do you know that? You are the future heir of our the George family, the future helmsman of the George family! How can you hang around with a showgirl? Huh?”

“Dad, how can you say that about little sweetheart? What’s wrong with modelling? It’s her dream, and you’ve watched her grow up, don’t you know her character well? Besides, I don’t care what her status is now, I just like her.” Lorcan George immediately balked as soon as he heard his father say that about Blanche Capra: his LITTLE SWEETHEART had never been the best, and he wouldn’t allow anyone to speak ill of her, not even his own father.

old George looked at Lorcan George with a look of hatred, “What do you know? That Blanche Capra is she an easy one? She used to be good, but that was just before! Look at what she’s become now. She’s a model and she’s hooked up with York Charlie, so she’s not the right girl for you.”

“Little sweetheart is not like what you said! That’s because York Charlie is always pestering her, it has nothing to do with little sweetheart!” Lorcan George couldn’t stand being told that Blanche Capra was related to York Charlie.

old George was going to try to persuade him more, but Lorcan George shouted at him, “I don’t care what little sweetheart is like! I love her anyway, and I just want to marry her! Dad, if you agree for me to marry Little Sweetheart, I will come back to learn how to manage the company and take over your power seriously. Otherwise I’d rather go out and work for myself.”

“You …” OLD George was so angry that his fingers were shaking as he pointed at Lorcan George.

“Dad, it’s late, you quickly go back to your room and rest.” Lorcan George said and went back to his room by himself, making a gesture that he didn’t want to hear a word from old George anymore.

old George was so angry that he was about to faint, but there was nothing he could do about him, he sat in the living room and sighed for half a minute before he slowly went back to his room to rest.

Tonight is destined to be an uneventful night. Lorcan George was scolded by old George in his house, while Blanche Capra saw York Charlie’s figure when she entered the staircase.

The sudden sight of a dark figure in the dark corridor, and at night, startled Blanche Capra, and naturally her tone of voice was not favourable when she spoke to York Charlie.

“What’s the matter with you? Who are you going to scare waiting here at night?”

York Charlie didn’t care about Blanche Capra’s tone of voice, “Congratulations, you got the WAIA catwalk popularity award.”

“You waited here so long on this night just to congratulate me?” Blanche Capra felt that York Charlie was acting in a really unintelligible way.

“Or what? Waiting here with a bouquet of flowers to give to you like Lorcan George?” York Charlie’s tone was still light, but Blanche Capra always thought she heard some sarcasm.

“You’re here to be a nuisance?” Blanche Capra found it funny.

“Where? But I’m just looking at you guys so unabashedly in public, offering flowers and thanks and looking at each other with such an enviable frown, so I came over to give my blessing.” York Charlie’s good-looking peach blossom eyes darted with a flash of jealousy that one could not easily detect.

Blanche Capra could now be sure that York Charlie this was here to make trouble. She had won an award today and was in a good mood, and did not want to argue meaninglessly with York Charlie here. So without even replying directly, she turned around and turned her head to leave.

“Brandi–”

Just when Blanche Capra was about to go around York Charlie, she was suddenly clasped by York Charlie’s wrist with great force.

Blanche Capra turned to look at York Charlie, her face blackened, “What did you call me? Look carefully! I’m Blanche Capra not some Brandi! What do you take me for?”

After saying that, he broke away from York Charlie’s restraints and ran upstairs.

York Charlie, however, looked as if he hadn’t lost his senses: Blanche Capra, was she really not Brandi?

York Charlie looked at Blanche Capra’s arm with a despondent expression: if you really aren’t Brandi, why are you so similar? The mannerisms between your hands and feet, the occasional unconscious little gestures, and even, even the dumpling filling you like to eat is the same flavour.

If you really aren’t the same person, why would there be two people in the world who look so much alike. And why did you let me meet you when Brandi died? Is it really God’s will? I owed Brandi and God wanted to send someone so much like her to punish me and make me pay it back?

After Blanche Capra left, York Charlie kept the action of being broken away by Blanche Capra, and his figure under the moon appeared to be a bit forlorn and lonely.

Blanche Capra’s heart was still beating extremely fast when she got home: phew! That was close! Almost exposed herself to York Charlie!

She took out another picture of York Charlie from the box where she had last taken out a picture of herself and York Charlie.

This time it was without hesitation that she picked up the lighter and burned the photo clean!

“York Charlie, the love between us has been broken since that year. I will not let you go, never! What you owe me, you’ll pay it all back. I’ll ask for it back, one payment at a time!”

Blanche Capra was relieved when no one bothered her the next morning, but in the evening Lorcan George started up again.

“Kabababababababababababababababababababababababababab-”

Blanche Capra had been modelling for so many years, how could she not be sensitive to the sound of cameras?

She had just returned home and hadn’t even had time to change her slippers when she heard a shutter click.

When she opened the door, one of Lorcan George’s smiling faces stood out amongst the pile of reporters with cameras.

Blanche Capra shielded her eyes slightly with her hand: the flash was so bright it was a bit harsh.

“Lorcan George, what are you doing?” Anyone would have to be mad to be blocked by a group of journalists grabbing photos at the door in the middle of the night, wouldn’t they?

Lorcan George, however, laughed in a very bad way, “little sweetheart, I recently found a fun place, let’s go over and have some fun together?”

“Why do you need so many reporters to go out and have fun? Besides, if you’re not sleeping at home at this time of the night, what’s the point of having fun? I’ve been filming all day, I’m exhausted, I’m not going!” Said he was about to close the door.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

Lorcan George was quick to stop her, and after opening the door, he simply put his own body against the door: leaning diagonally against the door panel, so that Blanche Capra would have no way to close the door if she tried to do so again.

Perhaps because he was going out to play, he was wearing a child’s casual clothes, so slightly lazy leaning against the door really has a few points of the handsome appearance of a laid-back son, but said the words are so rogue that it is impossible to laugh and cry: “little sweetheart, if you do not go out to play with me, I’ll just stay in front of your house and let these reporters take pictures of it. If you don’t go out with me, I’ll just stay in front of your house and let the reporters take pictures. Maybe the two of us will be all over the news topics tomorrow, you …”

Listening to Lorcan George’s childish threats, Blanche Capra was speechless for a while, but at the same time, she had to admit that such threats worked for her: she couldn’t really be on the hotspot because of this, could she?

What would she be called out for after that?

Even if she wanted to be popular she wouldn’t use this way. And she knew that if she didn’t agree, Lorcan George would really do what he said.

“You can let the reporters go first.” Blanche Capra’s tone was full of helplessness.

Lorcan George was pleasantly surprised, “LITTLE SWEETHEART, you’re promising to hang out with me?”

Blanche Capra is speechless: you’ve made such a scene, do I dare not say yes?

Lorcan George then shooed away a group of reporters in a happy mood: “I’ve worked hard for you all today, I’ll let my assistant contact you all later, you can go now.”

Although the journalists regretted not being able to capture anything eye-catching, they didn’t get nothing out of it, and the George family would give them a good amount of money later on.

However, they could not help but sigh a few words: this rich man is a good game, asking other girls out to have fun in this way!

“Where are we going now?” Blanche Capra resigned herself to sitting in Lorcan George’s car after her disguise.

“You’ll know when we get there, but for now, let’s keep it a little mysterious.” Lorcan George was being a bit cryptic.

Blanche Capra pulled her hat back over her face and went to sleep, let him have his way!

Lorcan George saw Blanche Capra’s little manoeuvre and didn’t care; he’d been thinking about it all day. He knew that if he asked Blanche Capra to come out to play seriously, he would be rejected, and only then would she be willing to give in.

Sure enough he had expected it hadn’t he?