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.

he heard Charlie mention his nickname, but before he could say anything, a young man behind him chided indignantly, “Hey, Charlie, watch

spoken and vaguely recalled his name as Harry Chambers, one of Jeff’s lackeys when they were kids. He didn’t expect that he would

to calling him Butt Trumpet since we were young, I just

muffle her laugh upon the mention of his nickname. He huffed angrily, “Hey, Charlie, I see that you’re doing pretty well yourself. What car did you drive

a live-in son-in-law who mooches off his wife. It would be great for him to have a mouthful of hot food. How can you ask what

“I’m sorry, Charlie, I’m quite straightforward, I hope you don’t

grinned sinisterly and thought, ‘Huh, Charlie Wade, let’s

to fart because your intestines were straight, but I didn’t know that you are so straightforward just like how you

laughed out loud at

into a disdainful grimace. He didn’t expect Charlie to grab his straightforward argument and turn

turned to Claire and 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 the orphanage for

you know who