The Amazing Son in Law The Charismatic Charlie Wade

Upon seeing the cryptic text, Maria wasted no time chiming in, her voice laced with curiosity, “Maria, I’m pretty sure the borough in question here is Queens, New York. That photo? Yep, definitely Queens. Now, this guy “Cole”, is obviously a last name. And I can tell by his look that he has Chinese descent. The catch? We don’t have a clue what his first name is.”

“You’re spot on,” Jagoan concurred, his brow furrowing in deep thought.

He mused, “There’s something oddly familiar about this Cole fellow. But, try as I might, I can’t put my finger on where I’ve seen him before.”

Maria reassured him, “Don’t rush it, Master. That sense of familiarity might stem from a fleeting memory. It’s there, just beneath the surface. All you need is to give it some time, let it simmer. Trust me, the answer will come to you.”

She probed further, “Besides the familiarity, anything else about this whole scenario that strikes you as odd or strangely familiar?”

Jagoan, still massaging his temples, replied, “You know, Maria, there’s more to it than just the familiarity. Looking at this picture, I sense something deeper, something profoundly familiar. But the specifics, they elude me.”

Maria breathed a sigh of relief, “Master, don’t fret. Let’s piece this puzzle together. First, let’s talk about the attire of your dad and this Cole character. Anything noteworthy there?”

Jagoan scrutinized the photo and replied, “Dad’s sporting late 20th-century gear, a bomber jacket— pretty trendy back then. Cole, on the other hand, has on a regular woolen windbreaker, typical attire for the time.”

Maria probed further, “And what about Queens? Your parents lived in the States for years. Did Queens ever come up in your conversations or visits?”

Jagoan pondered for a moment before responding, “In my recollection, the States trips with my folks or visits to relatives with Mom usually centered around Long Island. Apart from that, we were Manhattan regulars. Queens? It’s all a bit fuzzy.”

Then, he added, “Even this antique shop—I only learned about it from my uncle a few days back. Never heard a peep about it from my parents.”

At this point, Jagoan’s expression froze suddenly.

Unaware of his abrupt change, Maria remained focused on the photo and suggested, “Perhaps we could contact your father’s former colleagues. They might recognize this person.”

But Jagoan, deep in thought, didn’t respond.

Perplexed, Maria prodded, “Master?”

Jagoan snapped back to reality at Maria’s query.

Cold sweat began to bead on his brow and cheeks as he stammered, “I… I think I know why this man seems familiar.”

Maria was taken aback and pressed, “Young master, do you remember?”

Jagoan nodded fervently and explained, “You mentioned his last name is Cole, and I had this strange sense of déjà vu. And then, there’s that antique shop in the background…”

his eyes still wide with shock, Jagoan continued, “Remember I told you my father-in- law had no idea what he was doing, insisted on visiting an antique shop to

knocked over that jade pot

The Young Master got the ‘Apocalyptic Book’ from the remains of

to the man beside his father in the photo, muttering,

the man in this photo from over 20 years ago, taken with your father in New York,

of it. This person’s name is Felix Cole, and the antique shop in Aurous Hill was Vintage Deluxe, owned by the Moore family. At the time, it wasn’t a prominent part of the Moore family’s business empire. Jasmine Moore,

his

Book’ was purely luck. Then, his uncle mentioned that his parents had found the Preface to the Apocalyptic Book,’ hinting at a connection between the two texts. But now, he stumbled upon a revelation, Felix, the antique shop manager from over two decades ago,

the jade pot and spring vase to his father-in-law,

number. If anyone could shed light on Felix, it would

up quickly, her voice lighthearted,

you tell me if Felix, the former manager of Vintage Deluxe, still works for

was utterly rude to you and your father-in-law, and he utterly failed to recognize the true

him go?” Jagoan probed further. “Do you have any idea where he went

idea,” Jasmine admitted. “I never saw him again after that

with another question, “And when did he start working at

last long,” Jasmine recalled. “He was there for just over a

This timeline felt deliberate, like Felix had joined Vintage Deluxe

one who hired him?” Jagoan

take me seriously, and I had my share of issues with my uncle and cousin. So they handed me Vintage Deluxe. It

probed further, “Why

interview. Knowledgeable about both Eastern and Western antiques, humble, well-educated—the guy had a compelling

didn’t demand an astronomical salary. It seemed like

turn out so ill-tempered, insulting your father-in- law and failing to

Jasmine, this guy who appeared so knowledgeable, humble,

what sparked your sudden interest in

out of nowhere.” He continued, “By the way, Jasmine, could

The records from then weren’t merged with the Moore Group’s. It was all less