The Charismatic Charlie Wade

At exactly 9:00 p.m.

in New York, the Boeing 748 modified private jet took off from Kennedy Airport and headed towards Aurous Hills, a distance of 10,000 kilometers.

The Evans family, aboard the luxurious jet, eagerly anticipated the adventures that awaited them.

After twelve long hours of flight, the private plane finally landed at Aurous Hills International Airport, just as the clock struck nine in the morning.

The staff who had arrived ahead of time made arrangements for a convoy to transport the family, including the old couple, Desmond, Jack Lee, and others, to their destination at Willow Estates.

As they arrived at Willow Estates, the peace and serenity of the surroundings were overwhelming.

The estate was quiet and comfortable, offering a welcome respite from the hustle and bustle of city life.

The butler of the Evans family, with impeccable manners and a warm smile, escorted the four travelers to the central villa.

Exhausted after more than ten hours of flying, the group was grateful for their rooms and retreated to rest.

Each single villa at Willow Estates was massive, spanning three floors above ground and one below, with a usable area of at least 800 to 900 square meters.

The rooms were designed to offer utmost privacy, each boasting an independent bathroom suite.

The old couple were given the grandest room on the third floor, complete with all the luxuries one could imagine.

Desmond was assigned the room next door, while Jack Lee temporarily resided across the hall from Desmond.

Back in his room, Jack Lee was far from ready to rest.

Instead, he sent a message to Charlie, informing him of their safe arrival at Willow Estates.

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At that moment, Charlie lay beside Claire, who had already drifted off to sleep.

He eagerly waited for Jack Lee’s report, consumed with emotion at the mere thought of his grandparents’ arrival.

However, it wasn’t just their presence that stirred Charlie’s emotions.

The arrival of his grandparents brought back a flood of memories from his past, specifically the day his parents were killed.

grandparents’ plane took off, Charlie’s mind became

and the summer

in Aurous Hills was unbearably hot, with dark clouds looming in the sky

young Charlie’s spirits were dampened even further when the sound of thunder roared in

wasn’t until later that afternoon, when the sky opened

it only took ten minutes for the entire school

day, the thunder, the rain, and the terrified

a drenched butler named Stephen rushed in,

his seat and ran out

a dozen men in black clothing, each holding a boy who looked eerily similar to

rain drenched them all, making them look like a troop of soaked

issued a command, the men quickly gathered together, each holding one of the

Stephen held Charlie close as they ran through the

taken to an orphanage where

revealed to Charlie the terrible news that his parents had been

warned Charlie to keep his true identity a secret for the

his parents’ death, Charlie was too young and ignorant to fully comprehend the magnitude

make matters worse, Butler Stephen disappeared from the orphanage shortly thereafter, leaving Charlie alone to navigate the

was nearly

the orphanage but was never allowed to leave

visits, and no

the household chores and

the hardships, Charlie was grateful for the opportunity

always assumed that the orphanage was simply short on funds, but it wasn’t until he reconnected with Stefanie and spoke to Butler Stephen

ultimately served their purpose by allowing Charlie to evade those who might have been searching

searching, no one had been

even those who sought to harm him had all given up on finding

did they know that Charlie had been hiding in plain sight

later, his grandparents and uncle had

of Jack Lee and Stefanie, Charlie learned that his grandparents had never stopped

reunite with them and put their worries to rest, but he knew that the Warriors Den still

identity

keep his true identity hidden, but Charlie remained determined to do

new home, Charlie knew that he would have to remain vigilant