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, he’ll

Wesley before he

if it weren’t for Charlie, he

words, Wesley nodded

exert force, he turned around and said to one of

Dragon Temple soldier immediately stepped forward, tied Rhowell’s hands behind

but kneel on

fight failed, Rhowell was waiting for the judgment of

recording, turned the volume to the maximum,

voice came, “Mr. Richie, it’s

and poison in the wine in drinks of their family of

sleeping pills will take effect in about an

poison will take effect in about an

will make them fall asleep first, and the poison will make

of four? Isn’t

girl Claudia didn’t eat at home that night and said she

guess she should be

thought her family was asleep and would not find anything

said coldly, “You said it

she finds that they were poisoned and died,

please rest assured that I had asked someone to