The Charismatic Charlie Wade

Douglas’s restaurant was located at a new redevelopment zone of Aurous Hill. It was quite a distance from the city and was sparsely populated. Charlie felt a little peculiar as to why Douglas chose to open a restaurant here.

Claire told him that several large manufacturing companies would set up their companies and factories in the redevelopment zone including multinational companies like Foxconn, so the area would prosper and flourish in no time.

In other words, it was quite a wise and clever choice for Douglas to open a restaurant here now.

Douglas’s restaurant, named The Charm, was at the corner of a wide new street. From the exterior, it looked quite big, occupying two floors. The name of the restaurant suggested an artistic conception.

When Charlie drove the car to the door of the restaurant, there was already a row of cars parked near the entrance and several people were standing in front of a golden BMW, smoking and chatting.

Charlie recognized them. They were his classmates from college, but they weren’t close.

Charlie still remembered the guy who seemed to be the head of the group. His name was Clinton Tucker and was a famous rich kid back in college. He had feelings for Claire but she never acknowledged his feelings.

golden BMW and accepting the compliments his friends had been showering him. The guys exclaimed in awe as they admired his car, “Clinton, you are such a champ! How long has it been since we’ve graduated? You’re already able

what, seven or eight hundred thousand

is the most expensive imported car of

even afford the down payment for a BMW 1 Series. Clinton, you

ride must be very

his face and said, “Nah, it’s just nice, the thrust and acceleration is pretty strong, I can’t find a car that can

cool! If only I could afford a BMW. My girlfriend always looks down on me, criticizing that I can’t afford a good car. She’s so

way and gasped in surprise. “Wow, another BMW, is this one of our

fucking god! Is that Charlie

the co-driver’s seat is Claire! What the fuck, the loser drives a fucking BMW! It must be Claire’s

his face was covered with a layer of gloom. “Oh, it’s

“Hey, which series