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

Wesley before he

he knew is that if it weren’t for Charlie, he

words, Wesley nodded

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

forward, tied Rhowell’s hands behind

but

Rhowell was waiting for the judgment of fate like the

time, Andre found the recording, turned the volume to

voice came, “Mr. Richie,

poison in the wine in

pills will take effect

in about an hour and a

will make their respiratory system paralyzed and eventually cause them

of four? Isn’t there

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

she should be back

that time, she must have thought her family

coldly, “You said

that they were poisoned and died, everything will

Richie, please rest assured that I had asked someone