The Charismatic Charlie Wade

Anticipating relief, Bruce was dismayed to find the ice cubes utterly ineffective. The agonizing pain and severe swelling persisted unabated.

His face contorted in anguish, Bruce, once a formidable warden, now crumpled to the ground, resembling a little girl soiling her skirt and weeping in a muddy puddle.

Concerned, Camilla queried, “Mr. Warden, is it any better?”

Bruce shook his head between sobs, despairingly admitting, “Help me think of something. I can’t endure this. It’s too much…”

Flustered, Camilla stammered, “I can’t think of anything…”

Then, she suggested, “What if I call 911 for help? Should I?”

“No!” Bruce blurted, realizing the consequences. “Calling 911 would ruin all of us!”

Bruce comprehended the peril of being in a federal prison, with the Rothschild family connections. A scandal tonight could ruin his career and relationships.

Enduring the torment, he pleaded, “Go to my pocket, get my phone. I need to make a call, find someone to help.”

Relieved at the thought of assistance, Camilla hurriedly retrieved Bruce’s phone.

Bruce’s call for help wasn’t directed at Jagoan, the recent acquaintance, but at a friend, a physician at a nearby hospital.

Impatiently, Bruce exclaimed, “Mark, where are you?”

A middle-aged voice responded, “On duty at the hospital. What’s wrong?”

revealed, “I’m in trouble. You might be the only one

inquired, “Bruce,

confessed, “Worse. It’s a life-threatening situation, and you’re my

gravity, offered, “Where are you? I’ll come

“Prepare a private treatment room. No other doctor should touch

Bruce hesitated but courageously disclosed, “It’s my little brother… It’s at least two or

Mark exclaimed, “Did you

insisted, “It just swelled suddenly, like it’s

to the hospital. I’ll prepare the room. If it’s as bad as you say, time

fear palpable as he stammered, “I…I’ll be there right away!” He tossed the phone aside, locking eyes with Camilla and the other girl,

I’m afraid you can’t

looked down, a sinking feeling in his heart. The awkward posture made wearing pants impossible

a sudden burst of inspiration, Camilla suggested, “Warden, how about

Weinstein agreed without hesitation, urging, “Go quickly, fetch it

few minutes later, two Miss Universes, donned in sunglasses and masks, flanked Bruce Weinstein,

step delivering torture akin to needles relentlessly piercing him. Yet, he understood the gravity of the situation,

behind the wheel of Bruce Weinstein’s car, skillfully navigated

halted at the hospital entrance. Bruce Weinstein’s close friend Mark awaited, pushing a wheelchair

Weinstein’s car approaching, Mark hurriedly approached and opened the door. Witnessing Bruce Weinstein curled up

don’t have the energy for pranks. For God’s sake, get me to the hospital and find a treatment

severity, swiftly assisted Bruce Weinstein out of the car. Observing Bruce’s silhouette through the bathrobe, Mark was momentarily stunned. He

exasperated, exclaimed, “Mark, I’m

first. Then, we’ll perform an