The Charismatic Charlie Wade

Andre fumbled as he took out his phone, as thumbed through the menus Rhowell suddenly dived towards him, trying to grab the phone.

Rhowell was single minded… If Andre said there was a recording, there must be one.

Once that recording was played for everyone, he was dead.

Even if Charlie didn’t kill him.

The mafia would not let him live.

With all his strength Rhowell leapt forward, no matter the cost the phone must not survive.

No phone.

No proof.

He shot towards an unsuspecting Andre, mindlessly navigating his phone.

As Rhowell began to move, so did Wesley.

With lightning speed Wesley grabbed Rhewell’s wrist and bent it backwards.

Rhewell wailed in pain.

“Don’t destroy his hand, Wesley.” Charlie spoke nonchalantly.

you do,

Rhowell glanced at Wesley before he

is that if it weren’t for

words,

continuing to exert force, he turned around and said to one of his men and said, “Tie him

soldier immediately stepped forward, tied Rhowell’s hands behind him,

couldn’t help but kneel

his last fight failed, Rhowell was waiting for the judgment of fate

Andre found the recording, turned the volume to the maximum, and

recording, Rhowell’s voice came, “Mr. Richie,

pills and poison in the wine in drinks of their family

will take effect in about

in about an

pills will make them fall asleep first, and the poison will make their respiratory system paralyzed and eventually cause them

asked him, “A family of four? Isn’t there five

home that night and said she was going to a party with

guess she should be

her family was asleep

coldly, “You

she finds that they were poisoned

rest assured that I had asked someone to prepare enough gasoline