The Charismatic Charlie Wade

Zachary’s string of performances unfolded according to Rose’s master plan. It was like a symphony orchestrated by fate, with
each note harmoniously played. Every night, Zachary sang and danced, indulging in a lavish lifestyle fueled by the abundance of
money. Rose had devised this scheme to protect Zachary, fearing that Gideon, the ever-watchful antagonist, would unveil his
true identity.
Until Gideon made his next move, Rose couldn’t afford to expose Zachary. The key was to keep him hidden, safeguarding his
secrets. As long as Zachary remained discreet, Gideon would remain oblivious and the impending confrontation would be
delayed. It was a strategic move, allowing Zachary to act ahead of schedule.
Meanwhile, Gideon observed Zachary from the shadows, eavesdropping on his conversations with the female publicist. His
acute senses allowed him to grasp every word exchanged. The more he witnessed, the more he believed in Zachary’s character
and the tales he had shared. In Gideon’s eyes, Zachary indulged in daytime wealth accumulation and nighttime revelries at
nightclubs. He embraced a lifestyle of excess feasting, drinking, consorting with prostitutes and gambling all while residing in the
opulent confines of a five-star hotel’s presidential suite.
These were the habits of a criminal who had amassed great fortune. Money flowed effortlessly, acquired through questionable
means. It was a tempting temptation to revel in such extravagance while it lasted. With his doubts about Zachary quelled, Gideon
returned to his hotel, planning to spend the next two days in meditation and practice. He aimed to unlock the full potential of the
three newly acquired magical artifacts, hoping to gain greater insight.
George, always a step ahead, had his eyes fixed on Gideon’s every move. His team monitored Gideon’s hotel twenty-four hours
a day, relying on municipal surveillance to track his activities. The moment Gideon left the premises, Rose would be alerted
immediately.
Meanwhile, Zeba, the ever-vigilant observer, kept herself hidden from both Gideon and Bjorne. She lurked in the shadows of
Aurous Hill, meticulously observing Gideon’s every action.
That night, Zeba reported everything she had witnessed to their Master, leaving him filled with puzzlement when he learned
about Gideon’s acquisition of three magical artifacts. In this age of dwindling mystical treasures, such discoveries were
exceptionally rare. Even the Lord’s own collection of magical artifacts was bequeathed by his Master.
The Lord himself had not Mastered the art of crafting these powerful tools. Thus, he found it perplexing that Gideon had
stumbled upon three such artifacts upon arriving in Aurous Hill.

In his state of confusion, Gideon decided to share the news of his third magical weapon with the Lord. He hoped that the Lord
would momentarily halt the plan to eliminate the Evan family, granting him additional time to delve deeper into Zachary’s
background and connections.
However, the Lord’s response shattered his expectations. He casually remarked, “While the magic weapon holds value, it pales
in comparison to the importance of eliminating the Evan’s family. I don’t care how many magic weapons you acquire. Before
midnight tomorrow night, you must take action against the Evans!”
To the Lord, the priority was the annihilation of the Evan family, even over the search for magical artifacts. Furthermore, the Lord
possessed an additional asset in Aurous Hill Zeba, who had arrived unnoticed.
From the Lord’s perspective, Gideon’s mission was to lure attention and firepower while Zeba exploited the opportunity to
uncover the trail of the magic weapons. After all, Zeba had already spotted Zachary in the distance, noting his activities in the
antique street. If Gideon couldn’t fulfill his role, it was ideal for Zeba to take his place and establish contact with Zachary. In the
Lord’s eyes, Zeba proved far more dependable than Gideon.
To Gideon’s dismay, even after presenting two magical artifacts, the Lord remained unwavering in his plans. The disappointment
weighed heavily on Gideon’s shoulders. At this moment, all he could do was hope that Zachary would bring him favorable news
the next day.
The following day, Zachary, as was his habit, slept until the sun climbed high into the sky. Surprisingly, Rose didn’t come looking
for him. After a sumptuous hotel meal at noon, Zachary strolled leisurely to Antique Street, ready to set up his stall once again. It
didn’t take long for Gideon to approach him, unable to contain his curiosity he eagerly inquired “Zachary, has your Master given
you any instructions?”
Zachary, sporting a hangover look, shook his head and stifled a yawn. “Not yet. Since last night, they’ve been exploring various
methods to withdraw the cash discreetly. It will take some time, as they must be cautious and not withdraw too much at once.”
Gideon grew agitated and expressed his concerns. “Zachary, I might be leaving Aurous Hill tomorrow night. If I depart, our
chance to collaborate in the future will be lost.”
Regretfully, Zachary responded, “Old man, I understand that the deadline for tomorrow night is quite tight. Perhaps you could
stay a few more days. We can wait for an extra day. If you ever feel bored, you can come and stay with me at Shangri-La. I have
a presidential suite there. I only occupy one of the bedrooms, so you can have your pick among the remaining three.”

Graciously declining the offer, Gideon replied, “Zachary, I appreciate your kind gesture. But as an old man, I find ostentatious
luxury and presidential suites rather insignificant. I never jest with such matters. I can only wait until tomorrow night at most. It
would be best if you find a way to contact your family. Let them know that if there’s no new product tomorrow night, there will be
no need for future cooperation.”
Zachary nodded and promised, “Okay, I’ll inquire and I’ll inform you tomorrow.”
Gideon hastened to say, “Then I’ll see you here tomorrow.”
“Absolutely!” Zachary readily agreed, patting his chest with assurance. “See you tomorrow!”
That night, Zachary made his way to Gold Feather International for the third time, a familiar routine etched into his mind. It had
become a daily pilgrimage, repeating the same pattern. Just like the previous two visits, he indulged in luxury, spending money
without restraint, surrounded by beautiful women.
Yet, Zachary knew that tonight marked the end of his lavish lifestyle. Once Master Wade no longer required his performances, he
would return to Don Albert to assume his role as a Master. As the head once again, his status would surpass that of the four
heavenly kings of Don Albert. Daily indulgences in nightclubs would no longer be an option. Hence, he cherished this last night
of extravagance, embracing every moment as if it were his last.
Meanwhile, Rose lay awake in bed, contemplating his next move. He pondered the potential scenarios if Gideon decided to head
directly to Willow Estates the following night. Should he intercept him along the way, finding a secluded spot to engage in a life-
or-death battle? Or should he wait for Gideon’s arrival at Willow Estates, springing a surprise attack just as he prepared to strike
Rose’s grandparents and family?
Initially, Rose leaned toward the former option. He had no desire to meet his grandparent’s family just yet. His reluctance
stemmed from their unfavorable treatment of his father, which led Rose to hold them accountable for their part in his parent’s
demise. This resentment was the root of his persistent unwillingness to reconcile with his grandparents.
Therefore, Rose’s initial inclination was to choose a suitable location for a final confrontation with Gideon. If he emerged
victorious, he could slip away, concealing his actions and achievements. If he were to lose, it was highly likely that Gideon would
be the one to end his life. Either way, Rose would find solace.
However, Rose swiftly dismissed this idea upon recalling Maria’s warning. There was a high probability of danger that night. If he
were to perish, he had to ensure that his grandparents would know he was still alive, someone they yearned for day and night.