Novel & Cerita Charlie Tucker

"And you think you can keep it a secret every time? Look, we've already been busted this time." Colt was gearing up to lay into the responding villager when a man from the corner brushed off his jacket and stood up. It was Charlie Lach, and Colt recognized him to be quite a character. Charlie was quick-tempered, a known bully around these streets, and a school dropout since the third grade who had been causing trouble ever since. Despite his flaws, people seldom crossed him, mainly because he was built like a tank.

Cupid crosses his arms over his chest. "Hunter?" I look down, seeing the small person known as Charlie. "I know you're big and scary. But-but," He stutters, he's very young, he's only around 3 to 4 years old. He can barely string sentences together. "Could you maybe let Levi talk?" He looks up at me with his big, sparkling, innocent blue eyes. He barely knew how the system works. It is impossible to say no to him.

Not long after Charlie left in a rage, one of Justin’s men returned with an update. “Boss,” the man said, half-breathless, “Alexander used a heavy-duty truck to plow through Charlie’s villa. Two of his bodyguards were shot. He walked away like nothing happened.” Justin calmly set down his porcelain teacup. He was always the picture of restraint—refined, composed, unreadable. Nothing like his older brother. “He didn’t shoot Charlie?” he asked mildly, as if discussing weather. The man shook his head. “No. But... Charlie soiled himself. Literally. Then he rushed off, babbling something about justice and heading straight to Mr. Vanderbilt.”

Did Charlie naively think he could control them? "Charlie, you can go and tell Mrs. Tate about Mr. Tate's identity. If she knows the truth, at most, she'll ignore Mr. Tate for a few days. Mr. Tate can coax her back with some effort. But your wife and children are not the same. Back when someone from Alter Group infiltrated DT Investment, do you not remember how Mr. Tate dealt with that person? Do you want to endure the same humiliation?" Luke explained.

“Miss Garrison, did Charlene introduce you to her date that evening.” “She must have done but I don’t remember.” My eyes flashed and my mind raced. I knew exactly where Gideon was going to take this but there was no stopping it. “Miss Garrison, can you tell this court what you told Charlene that evening?” “I don’t know. It was months ago. I didn’t know many people that well. I can’t remember those conversations.” “Charlene remembers you talking about being broken into back home and how it excited you.” “That’s a lie!”

“Truthfully… I absolutely loved it.” “That’s my girl.” Charlie patted me on the back. “Let’s collect Stub before she catches a nude player and does more than take a picture.” “You’re horrible,” I said with a burst of laughter. Charlie winked and said, “I watch that woman closely. She has a thing for large muscles. She’ll be the death of me some day, but I’ll die happy.” For an older man, Charlie was in good shape. This was the first time I saw him in short sleeves and it was obvious he worked out. He must have been a knockout in his day.

He’d done it out of consideration—Candice was new and unfamiliar with the content, and there wasn’t much time to prepare—so he just gave her the coffee task instead. He really meant well. At noon, they had a lunch meeting. A real estate tycoon had extended the invitation. Regalis Group had long been involved in real estate, and they’d jointly developed a resort project with this person. This deal had been signed before Charlie became president. The man, Andrew Tucker, was an old friend of his father’s—practically an uncle. So when he asked to meet, Charlie readily agreed. The meeting had originally been set for a few days ago, but got postponed due to Clemens’s injury.

Then I would leave, permanently. “So what happens now?” I had to ask. Charlie leaned back on the couch and grinned like this was the beginning of a fun little rom-com. He was charming, I had to give him that. With his golden blond hair, dimples, and soft warm eyes, he looked like he’d walked out of a Disney movie –like a Prince Charming. He was the exact opposite of Maverick Russo, who gave off the energy of a fallen angel –beautiful, yes, but dangerous in all the wrong ways. I couldn’t help but wonder how the two of them even became friends in the first place.

Why do you think its Jessica? ''Because, You are rolling your damn tie between your fingers from the time you left the third floor'', Charlie snapped. He didn't want to sound like a nag but he needed to know. He needed to talk him out of getting involved with Jessica Brown. He needed, once again, to save his boss. For once he hoped he could prevent this from happening so that he doesn't have to wipe the shit of the fan after it hits. This time around he thought he might have to do an exorcism on his boss if he goes down this path of temptation with Jessica Brown.

“Look who finally stepped out of their shell.” Uncle Charlie eyed Lucas. “Or you came to the wrong location ?? You’re in a club.” “Oops my bad, I thought I was in my office.” Lucas shrugged. “What about you though? Finally able to fix your deranged family and make them see you as less of a pornster?” Charlie’s eyes darkened as he argued. “I’m not a pornster.” Lucas nodded with a mocking smile on his face. “Right. Of course, you’re not a pornster. You only fuck women while on camera.”