The Charismatic Charlie Wade

Chapter 5518

Upon seeing the cryptic text, Maria wasted no time chiming in, her voice laced with curiosity, “Maria, I’m pretty sure the borough in question here is Queens, New York. That photo? Yep, definitely Queens. Now, this guy “Cole”, is obviously a last name. And I can tell by his look that he has Chinese descent. The catch? We don’t have a clue what his first name is.”

“You’re spot on,” Jagoan concurred, his brow furrowing in deep thought.

He mused, “There’s something oddly familiar about this Cole fellow. But, try as I might, I can’t put my finger on where I’ve seen him before.”

Maria reassured him, “Don’t rush it, Master. That sense of familiarity might stem from a fleeting memory. It’s there, just beneath the surface. All you need is to give it some time, let it simmer. Trust me, the answer will come to you.”

She probed further, “Besides the familiarity, anything else about this whole scenario that strikes you as odd or strangely familiar?”

Jagoan, still massaging his temples, replied, “You know, Maria, there’s more to it than just the familiarity. Looking at this picture, I sense something deeper, something profoundly familiar. But the specifics, they elude me.”

Maria breathed a sigh of relief, “Master, don’t fret. Let’s piece this puzzle together. First, let’s talk about the attire of your dad and this Cole character. Anything noteworthy there?”

Jagoan scrutinized the photo and replied, “Dad’s sporting late 20th-century gear, a bomber jacket—pretty trendy back then. Cole, on the other hand, has on a regular woolen windbreaker, typical attire for the time.”

Maria probed further, “And what about Queens? Your parents lived in the States for years. Did Queens ever come up in your conversations or visits?”

Jagoan pondered for a moment before responding, “In my recollection, the States trips with my folks or visits to relatives with Mom usually centered around Long Island. Apart from that, we were Manhattan regulars. Queens? It’s all a bit fuzzy.”

Then, he added, “Even this antique shop—I only learned about it from my uncle a few days back. Never heard a peep about it from my parents.”

At this point, Jagoan’s expression froze suddenly.

Unaware of his abrupt change, Maria remained focused on the photo and suggested, “Perhaps we could contact your father’s former colleagues. They might recognize this person.”

But Jagoan, deep in thought, didn’t respond.

Perplexed, Maria prodded, “Master?”

Jagoan snapped back to reality at Maria’s query.

and cheeks as he

was taken aback and pressed,

explained, “You mentioned his last name is Cole, and I had this strange sense of déjà vu. And then, there’s that antique shop in the

he was

Young Master got the ‘Apocalyptic Book’ from the remains of that very

pointed to the man beside his father in the photo, muttering, “He was

taken with your father in

in Aurous Hill was Vintage Deluxe, owned by the Moore family. At the time, it wasn’t a

his

the ‘Apocalyptic Book’ was purely luck. Then, his uncle mentioned that his parents had found the Preface to the Apocalyptic Book,’ hinting at a connection between the two texts. But now,

was Felix who had handed the jade pot and spring vase to

and dialed Jasmine’s number. If anyone could

voice lighthearted,

can you tell me if Felix, the former manager of Vintage Deluxe, still works for the Moore

responded without hesitation. “After that incident, he was utterly rude to you and your father-in-law, and he utterly failed to recognize the true value of the jade pot and spring vase you repaired. His professional ethics

you have any idea where he

admitted. “I never saw him again after

up with another question, “And when did he

“He was there for just over a month, maybe less

like Felix had joined Vintage Deluxe for a

one who hired him?” Jagoan

didn’t take me seriously, and I had my share of issues with my uncle and cousin. So they handed me Vintage Deluxe. It was struggling, and internal problems ran rampant. I

probed further, “Why did

interview. Knowledgeable about both Eastern and Western antiques, humble, well-educated—the guy had a compelling demeanor. His answers during the interview were smooth, eloquent, and he didn’t demand an astronomical salary. It seemed

I know he’d turn out so ill-tempered, insulting your father-in-law and failing to recognize your incredible restoration skills. My judgment clearly failed me.

who appeared so knowledgeable,

floated through the phone, “Jagoan, what sparked

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