The Charismatic Charlie Wade

Without another word, Oscar dropped to his knees in front of Charlie and said, his voice shuddering and pious, “Master Wade,
please forgive me for anything I’ve done wrong. Please pinpoint my mistakes and I’ll correct them immediately!”
Charlie nodded. He looked down at him, pointed to the bewildered Jeffrey, and asked, “That guy over there claimed that you’re
his father’s best buddy, is it true?”
Oscar glanced at Jeffrey and quickly said, “His father and I are from the same hometown. We can barely be regarded as
acquaintances, but definitely not buddies.”
“Okay,” Charlie nodded again and asked, “That kid and his slut have been using your name to insult me, threaten me, and even
want to kill me. What’s your take on it?”
Oscar understood instantly. Charlie’s resentment towards him was completely derived from Jeffrey the bastard. He growled at
Jeffrey loudly, “Bastard! Come and apologize to Master Wade for what you did, you asshole!”
Jeffrey blinked in astonishment, not understanding what was going on.
What Master Wade? Why? How?
He was just a deadbeat loser, wasn’t he? Was Oscar out of his mind?
Jeffrey blurted reflexively, “Uncle Oscar, that piece of shit is just a loser. Why do you kneel down to him? You’re the
representative of the Moore family! Moreover, he defamed Miss Moore. Punish him for that!”
The outraged Oscar shivered furiously.
Did he literally ask him to punish Master Wade? Was he fucking crazy?
In the upper class of the social society in Aurous Hill, who was unaware of Master Wade’s name and fame?
Lord Moore had recovered because of Master Wade’s acupuncture and magical elixir!
The entire Moore family regarded Charlie as a godlike figure, paying him the utmost respect and graciousness!
No matter how prestigious his status was in the family, he was still the servant in the family. If even the prominent figures in the
Moore family saw Master Wade as a deity, then he, as their servant, should pay him similar respect too!

Lord Moore, the head of the Moore family, had the following most spoken quote at home every day recently: “I wonder when my
family can get Charlie, the real dragon on earth, to be under our wings. I can’t wait to make him my grandson-in-law...”
Therefore, in Oscar’s view, he saw Charlie higher than that of Lord Moore!
Now, the ignorant bastard Jeffrey had gone on to say that he and his father were buddies and even offended Master Wade in the
process. He was trying to kill him!
Oscar stood up indignantly, slapped Jeffrey across the face, and urged the guards around him, “Come, press him down on his
knees! That woman too!”
Jeffrey didn’t expect that Oscar would slap him. He was about to voice out his confusion when he felt two strong forces pressing
on his shoulders, causing him to drop to his knees.
Wendy was totally bewildered. She was in a daze even when she was pinned to the floor.
Oscar had his hands on the floor. He looked up at Charlie and said with a panic, “Master Wade, it’s my mistake for making the
wrong kind of friend. I didn’t know that he has such a bastard son. Don’t worry, Master Wade, I’ll teach him a lesson myself and
let him know the price of offending you!”
Charlie said flatly, “Nah, I’m just a nobody who carries little authority, so what if he offended me? It doesn’t matter. Besides, he
knows you and he calls you by your first name, so I have to take it even if he hits me!”
From his sarcastic remark, Oscar knew that he was not ready to forgive him. He knocked his head against the floor repetitively
and pleaded, “Master Wade, please tell me what’s bothering you. Please tell me what I can do to ease your anger. I’m willing to
do anything, even if I have to beat myself to death!”
Charlie waved his hand. “You don’t have to do that. I just want to know what you’d do if someone insults Miss Moore.”
Then, he pointed to the Supreme membership card in Jeffrey’s hand, and said, “Miss Moore gave me this card and she even set
the specific title ‘All Access Supreme VIP’ as a form of respect to me. But then, when it came to that fellow, the title has become
a stupid name made up by some stupid people. Let me ask me, does this mean he’s calling Miss Moore stupid?”
Oscar turned his furious gaze at Jeffrey and asked in a gloomy and murderous tone, “You little Weaver boy, do you wish to
die???”