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.

Lily’s side, disguised as an old nun, went by the name Joyce Turk. Her loyalty and years of service

the plane with Hogan. They are hurtling through the sky at great speed. They are expected to touch down in New York around eight o’clock

I’ve been unable to assist him. If Jagoan finds him, I believe he can guide Peter through these challenges. Perhaps, in turn, Peter can help Jagoan unlock the

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plane carrying

of heading straight to the antique store in Queens that night. He understood that Hogan had accompanied him to New York for a specific purpose, to reunite with Jordan, the man he had

goose restaurant, a place brimming with Hogan’s memories and

explore Chinatown tonight. Do

might be best to

head straight to an antique store right after landing. If someone with a curious mind catches wind of this, they might mistake it for

wisdom in Jagoan’s