As the break wasing to an end, Lucas hurriedly gathered his belongings and relocated to Charlie’s cell, a sense of urgency on his face.


    When Gustavo entered Charlie’s cell, he eximed, “Damn it, Mr. Wade, why is your cell so spotless?”


    The other inmates exchanged nces, each recalling the grueling cleaning session they had endured earlier that day, the memories still fresh in their minds.


    Charlie smiled faintly and responded, “In this cell, cleanliness is the top priority. I don’t care whether someone is here for arson, murder, robbery, or even sexual assault and fraud. In my cell, anyone who dares to behave unsanitarily will face severe consequences.”


    After saying this, Charlie turned to Gustavo and added earnestly, “That goes for you too.”<h3 style="background-color:DodgerBlue">


    Gustavo, realizing the weight of Charlie’s words, felt a shiver run down his spine. He quickly promised, “Don’t worry, Mr. Wade! I’ll follow all your orders to the letter!”


    For Gustavo, survival hinged on his rtionship with Charlie, and he couldn’t afford to defy him, though a hint of pretense lingered in his demeanor.


    Noticing the stark cleanliness of Charlie’s cell, he eagerly said, “Mr. Wade, I spent at least two hundred thousand dors on Bruce Weinstein tonight. This guy owes me a favor. If you need anything, just let him know—he won’t dare to refuse!”


    Curious, Charlie inquired, “Are you really asking for two hundred thousand dors for thepany of two Miss Worlds tonight?”


    Gustavo grimaced as he exined, “They flew in, and each one costs tens of thousands for the night. Add in the room fees and first-ss tickets, and two hundred thousand is a conservative estimate.”


    As he spoke, Gustavo couldn’t help but curse, “Bruce Weinstein is just a small yer, but we fell within his reach tonight. He doesn’t deserve such high-end services, yet he got lucky.”


    Charlie chuckled, “I wouldn’t count on that. While beautiful women can be pricey, there’s always a chance they might not be able to afford it.”


    Intrigued, Gustavo asked, “Really? Mr. Wade, why do you think that?”


    With a knowing smile, Charlie replied, “Before long, Bruce Weinstein will face the toughest challenge of his life. On his darkest night, he’ll be like a headless fly, frantically running into walls all over New York, and eventually, he’ll have no choice but toe to me for help.”


    Gustavo looked puzzled and asked, “What could he possibly need your help with after spending time with two women?”


    Charlie feigned mystery, smiling as he said, “You’ll see soon enough.”<fnfcd3> Updates are released by </fnfcd3>


    With that, Charlie made his way to his bed,y down, and pulled out his mobile phone. He sent a message to Arman via WeChat, updating him on his situation, then patiently awaited a call from the warden, Bruce Weinstein.


    At that moment, Bruce Weinstein had just arrived at the Aman Hotel in downtown New York.


    Located in the heart of Manhattan, this hotel is the most luxurious in the city.


    Gustavo had booked the most expensive presidential suite avable, with a nightly rate in the tens of thousands.


    He had originally nned to indulge himself tonight, but little did he know that all of this woulde at Bruce Weinstein’s expense.