Jessie And Good Luck Charlie Crossover の小説・ストーリー

Charlie complains. “Too bad because we wouldn’t be taking any orders from him,” I blurt out. Charlie gasps as she glares at me, a knowing look playing across her features. “No way, Lettie. We’ve just been punished, you can’t cross Matteo again,” she tells me being the reasoning voice. “You know you are the ones with crazy ideas Charlie. So, tell me of a way we can cross the guards without it looking suspicious that we are up to something?” I wondered out loud, daring her to fill the blank.

—CHARLIE— Let’s get something clear. I don’t have bad luck. I make my own luck. I built a division of my father’s company from the ground up before I was twenty-five. I close deals that older men sweat over. My life is ordered, clean, and under my control. Always. That control doesn’t end at the office. It’s in the loft, the bar, the bedroom. I apply the same principle: identify the point of diminishing returns and exit cleanly.

Chris asked with concern while Chase nodded as if agreeing with her. “Well, trouble has come our way…it seems Jessy is missing… Chase, are you sure you didn't see her”Charlie said, shifting his eyes to Chase, who was surprised as well. He recalled not seeing the little troublemaker anywhere. She didn't come to see her the previous day, which gave him time to escape. “No…and don't involve me because I'm not in the mood”Chase refused and got up from the couch. Charlie wanted to say some but chose to keep quiet while Chris stared at him blankly.