The Charismatic Charlie Wade

When Gustavo traded the remnants of the drug lord’s grandeur for the spot beside Jagoan, anticipation radiated from him. He couldn’t wait to draw near to Jagoan, but just as the excitement built, his pocketed phone vibrated unexpectedly.

Swiftly extracting his cellphone, Gustavo peered down to find none other than Warden Bruce Weinstein calling. It caught him off guard.

His initial reaction was, “What the heck? Bruce Weinstein, a nobody, has the audacity to ring me up directly? Does he really believe he’s a big shot? I don’t even know when this started.”

Gustavo already harbored a visible aversion to answering calls. The act seemed to grow more distasteful to him with time. He often felt that picking up the phone would lead to an unpleasant experience. He preferred his subordinates to report respectfully in person or send a message.

Of course, when issuing orders, he still favored phone calls, reveling in the direct impact it offered.

Everyone around Gustavo knew his aversion to phone calls. Typically, he’d initiate contact with a message, always starting with “Dear Mr. Sanchez.” Bruce Weinstein deviated from this norm by placing a direct call, an unusual occurrence in years.

Had Gustavo received such a call earlier, he would have promptly hung up. However, the near-death encounter with Joseph earlier that day left him more vigilant of his surroundings, a fear of the unknown settling in. After a moment’s contemplation, he reluctantly pressed the answer button.

Nevertheless, Gustavo’s displeasure was evident in his tone as he queried, “Bruce, I’ve told you not to call me on regular days. Can’t you send a message first if you need something?”

Bruce Weinstein responded with a hint of distress, “Mr. Sanchez, is Mr. Jagoan with you today? I have an urgent matter and need his assistance.”

“Mr. Jagoan?” Gustavo questioned, surprised. “Why would you need Mr. Jagoan?”

the adjacent bed, sat up and interjected, “Give

handed the phone

with a smile, “Mr. Warden, is there something you need from

anxious, replied, “Mr. Jagoan, the issue you mentioned earlier about dealing with men’s health issues… Have

“Certainly, I have. Why are you concerned about this now? What happened? Did you not believe me

I was too presumptuous during the day…

his eyes as he pleaded, “Mr. Jagoan, please save me, I might

feigned surprise and inquired, “What

arranged for me by Mr. Sanchez. However, I don’t know if it was excitement or something else, but my nether region suddenly swelled unbearably, as if I’d

“It can be saved, but it requires acupuncture. I’m currently in prison,

long as you can save me, I’ll return to prison immediately! I can

It requires you to be naked, and there will be some pain involved. You might not be able to stifle your screams. Are you not concerned about others in the

subordinate escort you out of the cell and discreetly take you to my office. I’ll be waiting for you there! The soundproofing and sealing are

his predicament, Bruce

have arranged a separate room elsewhere in the prison for Jagoan’s treatment, but after careful thought, he realized no place could guarantee absolute safety.

felt like the safest option. The Rothschild family had concealed the passage perfectly, making

have no issues. Once you return, I can proceed