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.

anything, a young man behind him chided indignantly, “Hey, Charlie, watch your tongue! How dare you embarrass our Manager Mowry right in front of everyone? Jeff is

as Harry Chambers, one of Jeff’s lackeys when they were kids. He didn’t expect that

to calling him Butt Trumpet since

glanced at Claire and was a little agitated when she obviously tried to muffle her laugh upon the mention of his nickname. He huffed angrily, “Hey, Charlie, I see that you’re

you go overboard. 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 food. How can you ask what car he drives,

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

Charlie Wade, let’s see how you’re going to

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

laughed out loud

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

coy smile, “By the way, you look quite unfamiliar, I can’t recognize you. Is it because I

“Hey, Jeff, are you blind? Do you know who she is? She