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, he’ll be

glanced at Wesley before he looked back at

is that if it weren’t for Charlie, he would be

Charlie’s words, Wesley nodded

turned around and said to one

immediately stepped forward, tied Rhowell’s hands behind him, and kicked

but kneel on the

Rhowell was waiting for the judgment of fate

turned the volume to the maximum, and played

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

put sleeping pills and poison in the wine in

pills will take effect in about an

effect in about

the poison will make their respiratory

“A family of four? Isn’t there five

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

guess she should be back

that time, she must have thought her family was asleep and would not find anything

“You said it

that they were poisoned and died, everything will

Richie, please rest assured that I had asked someone to prepare enough gasoline in