The Charismatic Charlie Wade

Envisioning Gustavo’s face, Lucas swiftly packed up his belongings and migrated to Charlie’s cell as the break neared its
conclusion.
As Gustavo entered Charlie’s cell, his immediate exclamation was, “Mr. Wade, why is your cell so spotless?”
All eyes among the inmates darted between each other, memories of today’s grueling cleaning flashing vividly.
Charlie smirked and responded, “Hygiene is the top priority in this cell. Whether they’re in for arson, assault, or fraud, anyone
engaging in unhygienic behavior pays in blood.”
Charlie fixed Gustavo with a serious gaze, adding, “That includes you.”
Quick to assure compliance, Gustavo hastily vowed, “Rest assured, Mr. Wade, I’ll strictly follow all your orders!”
For Gustavo, survival hinged on Charlie’s goodwill. In this context, he dared not put on a facade.
Surveying Charlie’s cell, Gustavo eagerly informed him, “Mr. Wade, I dropped at least two hundred grand on Bruce Weinstein
tonight. He owes me a favor. Anything you need, just ask him, he won’t dare refuse!”
Intrigued, Charlie inquired, “Your two Miss Universes tonight cost $200,000?”
Pain etched Gustavo’s face as he explained, “They flew in, airfare, rooms, and all. Two hundred grand is a low estimate.”
Jagoan chuckled, “Expensive as they are, they might not be able to afford it.”
“Oh?” Gustavo queried, “Mr. Jagoan, why do you say that?”
Smirking mysteriously, Jagoan prophesied, “Bruce Weinstein is about to hit rock bottom. Soon, he’ll wander New York like a lost
soul, seeking my help in desperation.”
Perplexed, Gustavo asked, “He partied with two women. Why would he need your help?”
Maintaining an air of mystery, Jagoan replied, “You’ll find out.”
With that, Jagoan reclined on his bed, powered up his phone, shared a brief update with Isaac Cameron on WeChat, and
patiently awaited Warden Bruce Weinstein’s call.
...

Meanwhile, Bruce Weinstein had just arrived at the opulent Aman Hotel in downtown New York – the heart of Manhattan and the
city’s priciest establishment.
Gustavo had reserved the hotel’s most expensive presidential suite for the night, a lavish accommodation costing tens of
thousands.
Bruce Weinstein intended to indulge but had no inkling that Gustavo’s extravagance would come at a steep cost.
Upon arrival, Bruce was escorted to the top-floor presidential suite by Gustavo’s staff, where two Miss Universe from Latin
America awaited. Dressed provocatively, they played the roles of a submissive maid and a female prisoner.
As Bruce entered, the duo surrounded him, the maid cooing, “Dear master, you’re back!” The female prisoner stammered
nervously, “Warden... you’re back...”
Their performance thrilled Bruce, a seasoned lover, in a scene of unparalleled luxury. His desire surged, and he quickly
undressed.
However, as Bruce stepped into the room, he felt an excruciating pain beneath him. Looking down, he saw his intimate
companion mangled beyond recognition.
The maid, noticing the horror, recoiled, muttering, “Is this still human?” The female prisoner echoed, “I can’t bear it. I should
return the money...”
Bruce, in agony, faced a livid complexion. The maid urged, “Mr. Warden, do you need to intervene? It looks like he’s about to
die...”
Bruce, sweating profusely, groaned, “Help me... it’s going to explode...” The two women, fearing legal repercussions, considered
leaving.
Bruce, desperate, reminded them, “You were paid by Gustavo! He’s my guest. If anything happens to me, you won’t survive!”
Terrified, the women hesitated, realizing Gustavo’s ruthlessness. The maid, Camilla, asked, “How... how can I help you?”
Bruce, clueless about any remedy, shouted, “Get me ice cubes, lots of them!”
Upon learning that Bruce Weinstein demanded ice cubes, Camilla, always quick on her feet, turned to the girl beside her and
exclaimed, “Talia, there’s a bottle of champagne waiting at the bar in the suite, chilling in an ice bucket. Fetch it, would you?”

Talia snapped out of her reverie and bolted out of the bedroom without hesitation.
A clang echoed, signaling Talia’s return, lugging an iron bucket brimming with ice cubes.
Camilla promptly seized the bucket from her grasp, squatting down to present it to Bruce Weinstein’s nether region. Bruce,
originally intending a direct stuffing, found the situation unyielding. Thus, he reluctantly poured the ice between his legs.