The Charismatic Charlie Wade

In the late hours, Lama Temple radiated an ethereal tranquility. Nestled within a secluded Zen chamber, concealed from prying eyes, an exquisite woman graced a wicker chair in the courtyard. Her gaze fixed upon the canvas of autumn stars above.

A bald-headed woman emerged, draping a blanket over the lady’s legs with the utmost reverence. “Madam, the Young Master’s plane has taken off.”

“He’s departed?” The stunning woman’s eyes flickered towards the airport, a hint of apprehension playing across her features.

In the distance, points of light waltzed across the night sky, prompting a nostalgic sigh. “I wonder which of those shimmering dots carries Jagoan.”

Turning to the elderly lady beside her, she inquired, “Who is accompanying Jagoan? Is Hogan with him?”

This striking woman was none other than Lily, Jagoan’s mother.

went by the name Joyce

through the sky at great

his share of trials in recent years, and I’ve been unable to assist him. If Jagoan finds

***

New York, the plane carrying Jagoan and Hogan touched

Jagoan had no intention of heading straight to the antique store in Queens that night. He understood that Hogan had accompanied him to New York

over the roast goose restaurant, a place brimming with Hogan’s

and said, “Uncle, let’s explore Chinatown tonight. Do you know the usual

by Jagoan’s choice, quickly responded, “Young Master, it might be best to attend to business matters first. We can

head straight to an antique store right after landing. If someone with a curious mind catches wind of this, they might mistake it for espionage. Let’s save the antique store for later. Tonight, we’ll stay in Chinatown and pay a visit to Jordan. Tomorrow, we’ll retreat to the New York Shangri-La for the night and then make

wisdom in Jagoan’s