The Charismatic Charlie Wade

Loreen was taken aback in astonishment and bewilderment. She didn’t expect Harold to be so well connected in Aurous Hill. He was so much more reliable as compared to Charlie. She contemplated that it would be more convenient for her to get close to Harold for her daily routine. The man in a black suit escorted the group respectful to the door of the Diamond Suite. He took out a bill, handed it to Charlie directly, and said softly, “Sir, please sign here.”

The Diamond Suite was specially reserved for Charlie and his signature was needed for confirmation. Charlie smiled and took the pen and paper, but before he could sign his name, Harold’s loud shriek echoed. Damn it! Put the pen down!”

Harold marched forward with a gloomy face. He snatched the pen and paper from Charlie’s hands, signed his name quickly, and yelled at Charlie, “You shameless rat! Do you really have no fucking idea who reserved the room? Who do you think you are to sign your name here!”

The man in black was taken aback by Harold’s abrupt and rude interference. He looked at Charlie and gave him a questioning look as if to ask him if he needed help to teach the bastard a lesson right there. Charlie shook his head lightly. “Never mind, let him sign it if he wants to sign it so badly.”

Charlie didn’t want to turn the situation awkward in front of Loreen; she was his wife’s best friend, after all. Then, they entered the room and everyone took a seat. Harold ushered Loreen to sit in the main position of the table, while Charlie sat alone in the corner. Loreen was the only one who spoke to him from time to time. Soon, exquisite dishes and wine were presented by the waiters one course at a time. All the dishes used very fine and luxurious quality ingredients. Even the top-quality abalone and the Australian lobster could only be served as side dishes. Even the wine was a century-old fine wine worth one hundred thousand dollars a bottle. Coming from a wealthy family, Loreen was shocked by the extravagant spread of the meal.

an envious sigh, “Harold, how much is your budget for the

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sure? This is not your usual price range, even the bottles of wine alone exceed your

casual smile on his face but inside, his heart was thumping nervously. He suddenly felt something was amiss. As he recalled how the man in black treated him outside the room, he couldn’t help but wonder if Don Albert was giving him special treatment. But he

glanced

Then, he turned to Charlie and asked with a

sarcastically. “Who gave you the confidence to

it, I dare you, if you’ve ever eaten such fine

was a child were so extravagant that ordinary people couldn’t even imagine. In the Wade