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.

nun, went by the name Joyce Turk. Her loyalty and years of service

are hurtling through the sky at great speed. They are expected

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

***

8,30 PM in New York, the plane carrying Jagoan and Hogan touched down

that Hogan had accompanied him to New York for a specific purpose, to reunite with Jordan,

restaurant,

and said, “Uncle, let’s explore Chinatown tonight. Do you know the usual closing hours for your roast goose

somewhat surprised by Jagoan’s choice, quickly responded, “Young Master, it might be best to attend to business

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

understood the wisdom in