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.

do,

at Wesley before he looked

he knew is that if it weren’t for

words, Wesley

force, he turned around and said to one of his men

forward, tied Rhowell’s hands behind

couldn’t help but kneel on the

failed, Rhowell was waiting for the judgment of fate like the

Andre found the recording, turned the volume to the

Rhowell’s voice

pills and poison in the wine in drinks of their

sleeping pills will take effect in about an

in about

and the poison will make their respiratory system paralyzed and eventually

asked him, “A family of

girl Claudia didn’t eat at home that night and said she was going to a party

guess she should be

must have thought her family was

coldly, “You said it

they were poisoned and died, everything will

assured that I had asked someone to prepare