The Charismatic Charlie Wade

The window of the Mercedes-Benz was wound down. Charlie peered at the man behind the window and instantly recognized him.

He was Jeff Mowry, the guy who had taken the liberty to organize today’s gathering in their messenger group.

However, Charlie and he were just normal acquaintances.

Jeff was dressed in a suit that seemed tight over his chubby figure and leather shoes. He stopped the car when he saw the crowd, poked his head out of the car window, and said, “Oh, hey, sorry guys for keeping you waiting.”

A tinge of arrogance and hubris hovered in his eyes. He cleared his throat and explained in a smug tone, “Oh, there was a traffic jam on my way here, that’s why I’m late.”

Someone gaped in surprise, “Wow, Jeff, is this your car? When did you buy it?”

Jeff laughed pompously. “I just got it two days ago.”

in organizing the get-together, he

“Hey, Jeff, what model is this car? It must

tone, “Nah, it’s just a lousy E300L. Overall, it costs me around

“Whoa!!”

Everyone exclaimed in bewilderment.

Jeff, you are so damn rich! You’ve only worked for a few years but you can already afford such an

are already

“It’s ‘pale’ in comparison.”

“Ah, same meaning.”

an orphanage had literally no one to rely on in their

was much behind most people. If

most of the children who left the orphanage at about the same time still struggled to meet basic needs. They couldn’t secure a good job with better benefits and welfare, let alone better opportunities,

for Charlie and Jeff, so they were very

waved his hand and said, “Nah, it’s okay,