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?”

bed, sat up

Gustavo handed the

smile, “Mr. Warden, is

the issue you mentioned earlier about dealing with men’s health issues… Have you

have. Why are you concerned about

Weinstein hurriedly conceded. “Mr. Jagoan, today… I was too presumptuous during the day… I thought your warnings were

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

feigned surprise and inquired, “What specifically happened?

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 ingested 10,000 Viagra pills. The situation is

saved, but it requires acupuncture.

I’ll return to prison immediately! I can receive your treatment

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

out of the cell and discreetly take you to my office. I’ll be waiting for you there!

predicament, Bruce

Jagoan’s treatment, but after careful thought, he realized no place could guarantee absolute safety. It was, after all, a prison

the safest option. The Rothschild family

case, I have no issues. Once

power to repay your kindness!” He hastily added, “I’ll rush back to

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