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.

the name Joyce Turk. Her loyalty and years of

that the Young Master has boarded the plane with Hogan. They are hurtling through the sky at great speed. They are expected

assist him. If Jagoan finds him, I believe he can guide Peter through these challenges. Perhaps, in turn, Peter can help

***

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

heading straight to the antique store in Queens that night. He understood that Hogan had accompanied him to

now presided over the roast goose restaurant, a place brimming with

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

quickly responded, “Young Master, it might be best

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

understood the wisdom in Jagoan’s