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.”

get-together, he just wanted to show off his brand new car to his childhood

what model is this car? It

“Nah, it’s just

“Whoa!!”

Everyone exclaimed in bewilderment.

rich! You’ve only worked for a few years

We still have to take buses, but you are already driving a Merc!

“It’s ‘pale’ in comparison.”

“Ah, same meaning.”

children who grew up in an orphanage had literally no

people. If others started

to meet basic needs. They couldn’t secure a good job with better benefits and welfare, let alone better

a car except for Charlie and Jeff, so they

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