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 realization. No wonder this guy was so eager in organizing the get-together, he

what model is this car? It must burn

a pretentious humble tone, “Nah, it’s just a lousy E300L. Overall, it costs

“Whoa!!”

Everyone exclaimed in bewilderment.

worked for a

are already driving

“It’s ‘pale’ in comparison.”

“Ah, same meaning.”

in an orphanage had literally no one to

If others started at 0, they

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

for Charlie and Jeff, so

from Jeff’s face. He waved his hand and said,