The Amazing Son in Law The Charismatic Charlie Wade

When Gustavo traded the remnants of the drug lord’s grandeur for the spot beside Charlie, anticipation radiated from him. He couldn’t wait to draw near to Charlie, 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. Wade with you today? I have an urgent matter and need his assistance.”

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

lying in the adjacent bed, sat up and interjected, “Give me

handed the

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

sounding anxious, replied, “Mr. Jagoan, the issue you mentioned earlier about dealing with men’s health issues… Have you ever seen something where it

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

believe you, I do!” Bruce Weinstein hurriedly conceded. “Mr. Jagoan, today… I was too presumptuous during the day… I thought

Jagoan, please save

inquired, “What specifically happened? Please explain

my nether region suddenly swelled unbearably, as if I’d ingested 10,000 Viagra pills. The situation is

were progressing as planned. He responded, “It can be saved, but it requires acupuncture. I’m currently in

return to prison immediately! I can receive your treatment there,” Bruce Weinstein hastily

you to be naked, and there will be some pain involved. You might not be able to stifle your screams. Are you

and discreetly take

to the gravity of his predicament, Bruce Weinstein instinctively

careful thought, he realized no place could guarantee absolute safety. It was, after all, a

with a highly confidential secret passage, felt like the safest option. The Rothschild family had concealed the passage perfectly, making it virtually undetectable even with professional

accepted the proposal, saying, “In that case, I have no issues. Once you return,

repay your kindness!” He hastily added, “I’ll rush back to the prison now. See you