The Charismatic Charlie Wade

Charlie turned to Don Albert and asked in amusement, “Don Albert, since Marcus Lloyd is a pathetic jerk, what do you think his father should be?”

Don Albert thought for a while and said, “Hmm, since his son is a pathetic jerk… his father should be ‘the father of the pathetic jerk’ then, am I right?”

Charlie nodded satisfyingly. “Yes! You’re right, he is the father of the pathetic jerk.”

Then, he turned to Mr. Lloyd and asked with a smile, “Mr. Cain Lloyd, what do you think?”

Mr. Lloyd nodded vigorously and said in a flattering tone, “Yes, Don Albert is right, I am the father of the pathetic jerk!”

“Good.” Charlie nodded and said to Don Albert, “See, he admitted it himself, so get your pen ready.”

“Pen?” Don Albert starred in a daze and blurted, “What pen, Master Wade? Do you want me to write something?”

on Marcus’s forehead and said, “Write the sign on

with a cheeky laugh and said apologetically, “Ah, I’m so sorry for being blunt,

gaped in extreme shock at

heartbroken enough to see the carved words on his son’s forehead, if they wanted to carve the statement ‘the father of the pathetic jerk’ on his

wailed and pleaded, “Master Wade, please, I’m an old man, please spare

you, and that’s why I’m letting Don Albert carve only your forehead. If it’s up to me, I

Wade, please forgive me. I’m old and my skin is wrinkled, it won’t be easy

“Mr. Lloyd, don’t you worry, my hands are very stable and I can carve the words effortlessly even if

on my forehead too and said that he wanted to carve it

taken aback and cried, “Mr. Wilson, I was

your ass!” Jacob shouted indignantly, “Your son held the fucking knife against my head! If my son-in-law had

pleaded, “Master Wade, I was just kidding with

you two choices now—one, you let Don Albert carve those words on your forehead right now or two, I’ll let Don

him do that! I