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.

young man behind him chided indignantly, “Hey, Charlie, watch your tongue! How dare you embarrass our Manager Mowry

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

I’m so used to calling

laugh upon the mention of his nickname. He huffed angrily, “Hey, Charlie,

“Oh, Jeff, 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

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

Wade, let’s see how

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. Is it the trachea that is

laughed out loud at

expect Charlie to grab his straightforward argument and

that he didn’t want Claire to have a bad impression of him because of Charlie’s remark, so he turned to Claire and asked with a coy smile, “By the way, you look quite unfamiliar, I can’t recognize you. Is it

blind? Do you know who she