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.

at Lily’s side, disguised as an old nun, went by the name Joyce Turk. Her

with Hogan. They are hurtling through the sky at great speed. They are

a faint smile gracing her lips. “Peter has faced his share of trials in recent years, and I’ve been unable to assist him. If Jagoan

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plane carrying Jagoan

antique store in Queens that night. He understood that Hogan had accompanied him to New York for

the roast goose restaurant, a place brimming

upon disembarking, Jagoan turned to Hogan and said, “Uncle, let’s explore Chinatown tonight. Do you know the usual closing hours for

responded, “Young Master, it might be best to attend to business matters first. We

right after landing. If someone with a curious mind catches wind of this, they might mistake it for espionage. Let’s save the antique

wisdom in