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 now an executive of

had spoken and vaguely recalled his name as Harry Chambers, one of Jeff’s lackeys when they were

sorry, I’m so used to calling him Butt

agitated when she obviously tried to muffle her laugh upon the mention of his nickname. He huffed angrily,

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

Jeff slapped his forehead and said, “I’m

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

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 used to

out loud at Charlie’s

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

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 so many years? Nice to meet you, may I know

Jeff, are you blind? Do you know who she