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 just wanted to show off his brand new

Jeff, what model is this car? It must

triumphantly yet said in a pretentious humble tone, “Nah, it’s just a lousy

“Whoa!!”

Everyone exclaimed in bewilderment.

worked for a few years but you can already afford such

take buses, but you are already

“It’s ‘pale’ in comparison.”

“Ah, same meaning.”

honest, children who grew up in an orphanage

people. If others started at 0,

it, most of the children who left the orphanage at about the same time still struggled to meet basic needs.

them could afford a car except for Charlie and Jeff,

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