The Amazing Son in Law The Charismatic Charlie Wade

Antonio viewed a character like Charlie, who seemed to prioritize money over his own life, as a walking invitation to

self-destruction. Despite openly disclosing his ties to the mafia, he had the audacity to request money from Antonio.

Wasn’t this akin to bargaining for cash at the cost of his existence?

And how could he even consider handing him the money? You see, despite his net worth exceeding a staggering

hundred million dollars, every single penny in there was hard-earned. He’d toiled and strained to wring it from the

very pockets of the less fortunate. For any outsider to try and filch even a dime would be, figuratively speaking, akin

to signing their own death sentence.

Initially, he was quite concerned that Charlie might have already tipped off the cops, with law enforcement just

moments away. Although he’d committed countless misdeeds in his past, He’d recently started mending my

reputation. How could he possibly harm this kid in front of the police? Yet, little did he know that this boy would

willingly accompany him inside the house, all in the pursuit of cold, hard cash. It felt like he was inviting a wolf into a

tiger’s den.

Once he crossed the threshold, safe from prying police eyes, he could have his henchmen make quick work of him,

then orchestrate a break-in scenario. When the authorities arrived, they’d simply find a burglar who had met a fatal

end at the hands of his men. And with a savvy attorney at his side, the likelihood of jail time would be minimal. Even

if the legal defense faltered and someone went behind bars, it would be his lesser brother, disassociated from him.

Hence, the very moment Charlie expressed his desire to accompany him inside, he’d already resolved that he

wouldn’t leave alive.

Simultaneously, the police officers sensed the impending disaster once Charlie entered the premises. One of them

kindly suggested, “Sir, if you have any issues, it might be better to resolve them outside. Going in could complicate

matters.”

With added conviction, he remarked, “Furthermore, demanding a hundred grand for this matter seems rather

excessive. I’d recommend considering the initial proposal of ten thousand dollars.”

Jagoan comprehended the officers underlying intentions but was determined to follow through with his morbid

charade for Antonio. He responded to the police, “I’m sorry, but I won’t accept ten thousand dollars. I insist on a

hundred grand.”

Turning to Antonio, he declared, “Let’s go in. I’ll wait for you to collect the money.”

The police officer had no choice but to inquire once more, “Sir, if there are no objections and an agreement has

been reached, we’ll take our leave. Any further questions?”

Jagoan offered a slight smile and replied, “No. Thank you, comrade police.”

The American police officers exchanged perplexed glances upon hearing the term “comrade.” Then, holstering

their firearms, they returned to their vehicles and departed.

As soon as the police left, a transformation swept over Antonio’s demeanor. His feigned smile vanished, replaced

by a chilling countenance laden with murderous intent. He pointed contemptuously at Jagoan, then at Jordan and

ordered his underlings, “Take these esteemed guests to the wine cellar. After I’ve hosted them, I’ll have a personal

conversation with them.”

When Antonio used the word “Guest,” Jagoan even heard the grinding of his teeth. However, Jagoan remained

unfazed and with a hint of disapproval, quipped, “Is ushering people to a wine cellar the Italian mafia’s idea of

hospitality?”

“Please?” Antonio’s lips curled coldly. “Today, I’ll show you the true meaning of Sicilian hospitality!”

Julia, in Antonio’s grip, urgently whispered to Jagoan, “He’ll kill you. Please, let’s not stay here!”

Jagoan grinned and replied, “I’ve never been to Sicily. Today, I have the chance to experience ‘Sicilian hospitality’ in

New York. It’d be a shame to miss it.”

As he approached the manor, Jagoan couldn’t resist commenting, “Honestly, your estate isn’t all that impressive.

Though it’s near Long Island, it’s more like the gateway to Long Island. The true elites of New York are those who

reside in Long Island. What business do you have living here? Are you guarding the entrance for the wealthy on

Long Island? Oh, right, I nearly forgot your actual occupation, the underworld. You’re nothing more than a reaper

for the poor, a guard dog for the rich and a lackey for the powerful. Living on the fringe of Long Island, where the

rich and powerful thrive, you play both protector and servant. It’s quite the balancing act.”

“Damn it!” Antonio erupted, his rage uncontainable. He seized Jagoan’s collar, threatening, “You truly don’t

understand the word ‘death.’ When you set foot in my territory today, you won’t leave alive. Remember your

arrogance now, for you’ll soon discover how you can beg for mercy!”

Jagoan remained unperturbed, offering no resistance or irritation as Antonio gripped his collar. He simply met

Antonio’s gaze with a smile and remarked, “I forgot to mention, while you can grasp my collar, there’s a price to

pay, the hand that touches will have to part ways with your arm. Your daughter may be lovely, but this is non-

negotiable.”

As Jagoan goaded Antonio, the latter lost control of his temper. His fist rose, poised to strike Jagoan in the face.

In that tense moment, a whistle pierced the air behind Antonio. He turned to find a convoy of four Cadillacs and a

Rolls-Royce Phantom advancing around the corner. His countenance abruptly brightened, the fury forgotten. He

pushed Jagoan aside and hurried to the Rolls-Royce Phantom. There, he respectfully opened the rear door.

Seated inside was a middle-aged man. Antonio, who had been domineering moments ago, now bowed like a

humble servant. He welcomed the man, saying, “Dear Mr. Aman Ramovich, welcome to New York!”

Update of The Charismatic Charlie Wade by Lord Leaf