“Is she another friend from the orphanage?” Jeff murmured to himself, lost in thought.


    He began to sift through his memories, searching for any recollection of the striking girl standing before him.


    With a pretentiously polite yet smug grin stered on his face, he turned to Charlie and said, “Hey, you’re Charlie, right? Long time no see!”


    Charlie beamed and replied, “Butt Trumpet?”


    Butt Trumpet was the nickname Jeff earned during their time at the orphanage. He had been a chubby, gluttonous kid who had no qualms about letting out farts wherever he went—be it in ss, during ytime, at meals, or even while sleeping.<h3 style="background-color:DodgerBlue">


    His constant farting had caused quite a bit of trouble for everyone around him, thus the nickname—Butt Trumpet.


    Jeff’s face turned a shade of green at the mention of his old nickname, but before he could respond, a voice behind him cut in, “Hey, Charlie, watch it! How dare you embarrass our Manager Mowry in front of everyone? Jeff is now an executive at a listedpany! Show some respect!”


    Charlie squinted at the speaker, recognizing him as Harry Chambers, one of Jeff’s childhoodckeys. He was surprised that Harry was still ying that same role after all these years.


    Frowning, Charlie replied tly, “Oh, I’m sorry. I’m just so used to calling him Butt Trumpet since we were kids, it slipped out.”


    Jeff shot a nce at ire, feeling a twinge of irritation as he noticed her struggling to suppress augh at the mention of his nickname. He huffed, “Hey, Charlie, looks like you’re doing well. What car did you drive here?”


    Harry immediately interjected, “Oh, Jeff, that’s too much! I heard he’s just a live-in son-inw who sponges off his wife. Asking about his car is just humiliating…”


    “Oops, my bad!” Jeff pped his forehead. “I’m sorry, Charlie! I tend to be a bit blunt; I hope you can forgive me.”


    Inside, he smirked, thinking, ‘Charlie Wade, let’s see how you handle this!’<fn2cb5> Updates are released by find?novel</fn2cb5>


    To his surprise, Charlie burst intoughter. “Haha, Butt Trumpet! I always thought your love for farting was because your intestines are so straight, but I didn’t realize you’re also straightforward like your farts! Is it your trachea that does the talking? Seems like it’s as straight and smooth as your intestines!”


    The crowd erupted inughter at Charlie’s wittyeback.


    Jeff’s expression twisted into a grimace of disdain. He hadn’t anticipated Charlie would take his straightforwardment and turn it into mockery.


    However, his primary concern was maintaining a good impression on ire despite Charlie’s jab, so he turned to her with a charming smile. “By the way, I’m having trouble recognizing you. I guess it’s been so long since I visited the orphanage. It’s nice to meet you; may I ask your name?”


    Lisa chimed in, “Hey, Jeff, are you blind? Don’t you know who she is? She’s Charlie’s wife!”


    “What?!”


    Jeff gaped in shock, as if struck by lightning. He couldn’t believe that the stunning woman he was drawn to at first sight was actually the wife of Charlie, the loser!


    He turned his head stiffly to re at Charlie, noting that his Armani coat alone could probably buy two sets of Charlie’s cheap outfits!


    Then he stiffly turned his gaze back to ire, who stood next to Charlie, tall and graceful. Anger and irritation bubbled within him.


    Damn it!


    ire was incredibly beautiful and captivating; her figure was exquisite and alluring—far superior to any woman he had ever encountered!


    Yet, she was married to Charlie, the deadbeat loser! Goddamn it!