The Charismatic Charlie Wade

On the other hand, Maria breathed a sigh of relief as Michelle’s car pulled away, but her sense of calm was short-lived.

Angela let out a sudden exclamation, jolting Maria out of her reverie.

“What’s wrong?” Maria asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Angela’s gaze locked onto something behind Maria, and as she turned to look, she saw Charlie walking alongside Nanako.

A cold sweat broke out on the back of her neck as Maria’s heart raced with fear.

She quickly shut her mouth and instinctively covered her nose with her hand, terrified that Charlie would spot her.

Maria knew she had to remain hidden at all costs.

She couldn’t risk being caught by Charlie. She felt a surge of panic rising in her chest as she tried to steady her breathing and calm her nerves.

She couldn’t let Charlie find her.

At this time, Michelle drove past Charlie and he instinctively pulled Nanako behind him to protect her from the car.

The two women in the car noticed this kind gesture.

At that moment, Michelle asked, “Miss Lombardo, are you alright?”

Angela shook her head subconsciously and couldn’t help but turn her head to look at Charlie’s back.

She whispered awkwardly, “Michelle, let’s drive quickly.

I’m hungry too.”

At this time, Charlie, who was standing shoulder to shoulder with Nanako, suddenly felt a strong beating in his pocket.

He subconsciously covered his trouser pocket with his hand, frowned slightly, and thought to himself, “Strange, why is this broken ring convulsing again?”

Nanako was originally following Charlie, but when she saw him suddenly stop and frown, she hurriedly asked him, “Mr. Wade, what’s wrong?”

Charlie said with a confused face, “I don’t know…”

As he spoke, he subconsciously took out the ring. As he held the object between his fingers, it quivered as if it were held by someone with Parkinson’s disease.

Charlie released it, the trembling ceased, and the

deepened, and he couldn’t help but wonder, “What in the world is going on? Is

unremarkable ring in his hand, Nanako spoke up once more,

not anything special, just some random piece of junk I found

me ever since, too indecisive

lips puckered up as she returned his smile, “Perhaps it’d be best to turn it over to the authorities,” she

they can track

her proposal for a moment, his thoughts drifting to

remembers it

pocket and

lobby up ahead is where Mr.

then, Michelle pulled the

women seated in the backseat breathed a collective sigh of relief, both secretly thinking

their unexpected encounter with Charlie, Maria had now relaxed,

was, but she had a gut feeling that it was his

grace and

Maria epitomized the pure, classical beauty of China, then Nanako was a perfect representation of Japan’s intellectual and demure Yamato

she couldn’t help but feel a twinge of inadequacy in front of

seated beside her, couldn’t help but notice the subtle shifts in her expression and

the car had been stuck in the basement earlier, Maria had kept

was too scared that he might overhear her. But now

turned to Angela and playfully quipped, “What’s wrong, Sis? You seem like you’ve seen a ghost!

flustered Angela replied, “What?

Maybe I’m just

“Oh come on, I saw you

could I have missed it… I wasn’t

the tall, handsome guy who passed by our car down in the

now in a full-blown panic, “Are you sure? I didn’t see him…

Maria responded with a

let you know the next time I spot

Angela was trying not to be too transparent but she

her earlier suspicion that Angela had come

and focused, Maria whipped out her phone and typed in “Nanako Ito”

dossier, carefully scrutinizing every detail to deduce his identity, experience, business

to believe that Charlie was the mastermind behind BAIT Shipping, she had dug deep into the Banks and Ito

she had seen her walking alongside Charlie