York Charlie's black eyes moved, and a hidden front swept across Shireen Miller's face.
Shireen Miller knew that he gazed at her and the smugness quickly faded, replaced by guilt and chagrin.
She did not expect this Blanche Capra to be completely unaffected, it seems that she is not a person who is easy to deal with, if she was to be someone else's lover in peace, even so, if Blanche Capra got up with something she shouldn't have, she would never be soft-hearted!
Shireen Miller thought as she narrowed her eyes.
The banquet was nearing its end, and the shadows of the gaggle abounded.
The location of the banquet was the most luxurious and famous hotel in A city, this place belonged to the seventh floor, it was also a VIP room, the whole room was close to five hundred square metres, just the cost of wrapping up the box was enough for an ordinary person's salary for twenty to thirty years.
So tonight this banquet brings together the city's high society people, tycoons, thousands of gold, as well as all kinds of diamonds and bachelors.
Blanche Capra had met York Charlie at the beginning of the party, but never again, which made her heart relax.
Ten o'clock at night.
The party ends and the celebrities leave in droves, the hotel entrance bustling with limousines.
York Charlie appeared in front of Shireen Miller, expressionless, and motioned for her to get in.
Her cheeks were slightly flushed, her shell teeth clenched, and she fell into York Charlie's arms as if she wasn't there.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry York, I'm a little drunk, I'll get up." She blushed and her heart raced, leaning against his chest quietly listening to the sound of his heartbeat.
Saying that, but still not getting up, she expected York Charlie to carry her to the car himself out of pity.
What was expected didn't happen.
York Charlie silently took her hand up, opened the car door and got right in, leaving her alone and embarrassed.
Shireen Miller could only grit her teeth and get in the car.
The Lincoln drove on the road, the two of them were silent all the way, during the Shireen Miller also spoke, but York Charlie as if he did not hear, except for "hmm", and other no response.
Undeterred, she thought of his words tonight and plucked up the courage to ask carelessly.
"York, Moon Wright is really good to Miss Capra, I just saw Moon Wright introduce her to a few big shots, maybe he wants to introduce her to some more clients to know, Miss Capra is really lucky to meet such a man."
Shireen Miller's face was full of envy, but the depths of her eyes hid temptation, she secretly looked at the man twice.
When he didn't answer, he smiled sardonically.
"Get out of the car." It was already under Shireen Miller's house.
After York Charlie dropped her off, the car took off.
His heart was vaguely annoyed, a black Lincoln sped along the empty road, the wind whistling in his ears, and he drove for a long time before his heart calmed down.
The car also finally slowed down and drove normally.
Suddenly, a figure rushed over this way, eyeballing the distance of only two metres, he stepped on the brakes so hard that the limousine made a piercing friction with the ground, stopping just two centimetres from the woman.
The flashing headlights were blinding and Blanche Capra couldn't help but use her hands to block them, honestly she was still a little dazed from what had just happened.
She shivered as she slowly reacted to the fact that she had almost died on this road.
Gradually adjusting to the light, Blanche Capra saw a familiar figure through her fingers.
"Why you?"
Blanche Capra let out a long breath, and before she could relax, heavy footsteps came closer behind her, and a man's voice came from the silent road, "Boss, there's that woman."
The man in the car was none other than York Charlie, whom she had just met less than four hours ago.
He shot a nonchalant glance at the woman in front of the car in a state of disarray, finding it amusing.
It was amazing that both times the two had met, the woman had been in a situation where she was being chased.
Seeing that the group was about to run over, Blanche Capra couldn't care less and slapped on the window for him to open the door.
The group ran up to the car and cursed angrily, "Bitch, where else are you going to run to? I'll let you run, I'll have to break your legs if I catch you later."
Blanche Capra's face went a little white.
Her eyes rolled and she suddenly changed her face, angrily scolding the crowd.
"Do you guys know who's in the car? He is my boyfriend, the president of the Charlie Group, you guys better think clearly, the consequences of offending him are not something you can bear! He could run you all over with one hand."
York Charlie huffed, she was using herself as an excuse.
But why didn't he get angry and think it felt good too.
One of the men looked at her and then at the man in the car, stumbling a bit, but stepped forward and cursed, "Bitch, if you say he's the president is the president? I'm still his father!"
At this remark, the whole room burst out laughing.
Inside the car, York Charlie's black eyes grew more and more silent under the moonlight, rather like the calm before a storm.
"Cut the crap, guys, arrest Blanche Capra, even if she doesn't have any money, she's still a woman at least!" The man in the lead said conspiratorially.
The junior brother stepped forward and was about to yank Blanche Capra away, suddenly, the car door opened and the man stopped the junior brother's finger three centimetres away from Blanche Capra and twisted it off with lightning speed.
A scream rang out in the quiet street and the group froze.
It was at this time that the man pulled the woman into the car as soon as he could and drove swiftly, and by the time the men came back to their senses the car was already on its way.
In the car, Blanche Capra stared blankly for a moment, turning her head to look at the man gripping the steering wheel, thinking for the first time that someone could be so handsome.
An afterimage swept past and Blanche Capra quickly lowered her head, the atmosphere in the car suddenly awkward.
"Those people are my creditors."
She paused, then added, "Ridiculous, isn't it? I'm a mistress with no money."
York Charlie, who was driving, heard something strange in his heart at those words, and swept his afterglow over just in time to see the side of her face, which was hidden in the moonlight, with its smooth skin and bleak expression.
"Drop me off at that intersection up ahead!"
"It's too late, it's not safe."
There were only five words, and it took Blanche Capra a long time to digest what he meant, swallowing and muttering a disgruntled, "Wouldn't it be safe with you?"
"Hey, stop, the intersection up ahead is here ...," she pointed out the window, motioning for him to stop.
"So noisy!" York Charlie said coldly.
The car stopped and Blanche Capra immediately turned her head sideways to pull on the door, but no matter how hard she tried she couldn't get it open, so she turned her head back.
Before Blanche Capra could figure out why the door wouldn't open, her wrists tightened and her body was yanked away by a large, powerful hand.
Boom!
The man's hand clasped her head, the other cupped her jaw, and he kissed her so hard that it was better described as a kiss than a nibble.
Extremely aggressive and without a trace of stalling, York Charlie deftly pried her teeth open and danced with her tongue.
There was a strong scent of testosterone in the car, with a predatory aggressiveness.
And Blanche Capra was straight up blindsided.