The Charismatic Charlie Wade

“Not yet,” Hogan replied, his urgency evident in his tone. “This time, I was in a rush. I didn’t inform him because I was worried that if I couldn’t make it, it would be worse to get his hopes up.”

Jagoan grinned, “In that case, there’s no need to give him a call. Let’s just show up and surprise him.”

“Alright!” Hogan readily agreed, his anticipation written all over his face.

He couldn’t help but confide in Jagoan, “Young Master, I won’t keep anything from you. Jordan, I’ve always considered him my own. It’s been a while since I’ve seen him and I miss him dearly.”

Jagoan nodded in understanding.

Life in the United States had been harsh for Hogan. It had seen slight improvement over the past few years, especially with Bella by his side, providing some comfort. However, after Bella’s departure, he eked out a living running a roast goose shop, while constantly looking over his shoulder due to his illegal immigrant status. His life was a mix of misery and despair.

To him, Jordan was more than an adopted child or a companion, he was a lifeline.

Jagoan rented a modest Chevrolet and

He hadn’t even informed Michaela. Keeping a low profile not only ensured safety but also facilitated the search for hidden

into the familiar Chinatown, Hogan’s roast

and Hogan couldn’t wait

empty. There was only one person seated at a dining table, while Jordan

called out, “Sit wherever you like, we’ll be

dozen seconds later, he emerged from the kitchen, a

and murmured in surprise,

on his face, was about to greet him when he noticed Jordan’s face marred by bruises and purple scars. There was

in shock, “Jordan, what happened to your

face slightly, all the while serving the guests and hesitantly said, “It’s fine, Uncle Hogan… I was just trying to show off on a motorcycle

cuts at the corners of your mouth… Even if I were to hit