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.

the airport, Jagoan rented a modest Chevrolet and set

arriving in the U.S. He hadn’t even informed Michaela. Keeping a low profile not

roast goose restaurant

car and Hogan

was only

he called out, “Sit wherever you

he emerged from the kitchen, a plate of roast goose rice

murmured

was about to greet him when he noticed Jordan’s face marred by bruises and purple scars. There was even a cut at the corner of his mouth, now forming a

shock, “Jordan, what happened to your

“It’s fine, Uncle Hogan… I was just trying to show off on a motorcycle

they were inflicted. And those cuts at the corners of your mouth… Even if I