The Charismatic Charlie Wade

“Is she our friend from the orphanage too?” Jeff mumbled to himself.

He started to dig through his memories, trying to think of any fragments related to this beautiful girl.

Still donning the pretentiously polite yet smug smile on his face, he looked at Charlie and said, “Hey, you’re Charlie, right? Long time no see!”

Charlie grinned and said, “Butt Trumpet?”

Butt Trumpet was Jeff’s nickname back when they were in the orphanage. He used to be a chubby glutton who farted a lot, and more importantly, he farted wherever he went and whenever he felt like it. He would fart in classes, during game times, during meals, and when sleeping.

At that time, everyone was troubled and in misery due to his farts, hence the nickname—Butt Trumpet.

watch your tongue! How dare you embarrass our Manager Mowry right in

of Jeff’s lackeys when they were kids. He didn’t expect that he would

calling him Butt

little agitated when she obviously tried to muffle her laugh upon the mention of his nickname. He huffed angrily, “Hey, Charlie, I see

I heard that he became a live-in son-in-law who mooches off his wife. It would be great for him to have a mouthful of hot

my bad!” Jeff slapped his forehead and said, “I’m sorry, Charlie,

Charlie Wade, let’s see how you’re

out loud instead. “Haha, Butt Trumpet, I always thought that you loved to fart because your intestines were straight, but I didn’t know that you are so straightforward just like how you fart.

loud

expect Charlie to grab his straightforward argument and turn

asked with a coy smile, “By the way, you look quite unfamiliar, I can’t recognize you. Is it because I haven’t returned to

Jeff, are you blind? Do you know who