Gustavo pleaded, "Sir, please help me. I'll reward you 100 million dollars if I can get out of here alive!" "Tsk," Charlie smirked contemptuously. "You can live now thanks to me. We don't know if you can survive until the next dinner, alright? Are you still thinking about gaining control over your family? Don't forget that you're sentenced to life. You're locked in here forever." "I-I..." Gustavo faltered. "What should I do now..." "Stay by my side," Charlie said lightly. "I'll protect you. Tell the guards you'll move into my cell today. I'll protect you 24/7." Gustavo couldn't understand why Charlie would help him despite his current despairing situation. Many thoughts flashed across his mind, and one thing stood out. 'Damn!' he thought. 'Is he gay? He must be... Why else would he help me and protect me? He even wants me to move into his cell…’ 'B-But what does he like about me? I'm old...' Not getting any response from Gustavo, Charlie bellowed coldly, "Listen, I won't he
Moses's men were still bewildered and shocked by this sudden revelation. Moses had devised the assassination of Gustavo for so many days, but just as he was about to succeed, Charlie popped up out of nowhere and stopped the plan. He even claimed to be Moses's friend. What was even more outrageous was that Moses immediately withdrew the plan after a word from Charlie. Nevertheless, they knew their loyalty was recognized since Moses had chosen them as part of the team to implement the plan. Hence, despite their perplexity and curiosity, they obeyed Moses's order to halt the assassination. On the other hand, Charlie knew that this matter was not over yet. The conflict today had caused Gustavo's men to be beaten to the pulp. Even if the Rothschild family were indifferent, the warden would intervene and investigate it. Furthermore, Moses owed Gustavo's son an explanation since he hadn't killed Gustavo. Therefore, he needed to cool things down between the two parties and preve
"No." Gustavo answered in an earnest tone, "He's weird. He rarely contacts the inmates and only comes to inspect the jail a few times a year. We don't see him much. Even if I want to see him, I’ll have to make an appointment in advance. If he agrees to see me, he'll meet me in the private reception room.""What?" Charlie responded, perplexed. "Do you always meet in the reception room? Have you been to his office?" "No." Charlie asked again, "Can you meet him at his office?" "No." Gustavo shook his head. "The management is very strict. I don't know what their internal office looks like." Charlie queried curiously, "But I heard that you have a lot of freedom here. You can even sneak out to spend the night outside. Have you never been to their office?" Gustavo explained, "Yeah, I can leave the prison sometimes, but we made a deal about it. Every time I want to go out, I have to pretend that I'm sick. The doctor will give a note that I need to spend the night at the infirmary. A
Gustavo knew his status in the prison was unrivaled, not even by Moses, as long as no one knew his son wanted to kill him. Therefore, he still enjoyed the unique status and privilege in Brooklyn Prison. After the arrangement of the two girls, he called Bruce Weinstein, the prison warden. As soon as the call was answered, he subtly said, "Bruce, I wonder if you're free tonight. A batch of new stuff is coming in tonight. Perhaps you can help me inspect them?" Bruce crowed in excitement when he heard this. "Oh, I'm free tonight. Mr. Sanchez, do you mean what you say?" Although Bruce was a member of the Rothschild family, he was nothing more than a servant. Being a servant of the family and only serving as a prison warden showed that he couldn't enjoy the luxurious life of the privileged. In order to secure his privileges in the prison, Gustavo made many arrangements to please Bruce, which was considered an eye-opener for him. Hence, Bruce was over the moon when Gustavo told hi
Gustavo subconsciously covered his face and hurriedly confirmed, "Don't worry, Mr. Wade. I won't do it again, I promise!" Charlie nodded in satisfaction. All of a sudden, several guards appeared at the door leading to the guards' office in the dining room, and one of them shouted through the gate, "Gustavo Sanchez, come out. You have visitors!" Gustavo hurriedly hinted to Charlie, "Mr. Wade, they're calling for us. Let's go." With a nod, Charlie said to Moses, "Listen carefully. Tell your boys not to tell anyone about what happened here, or I'll kill you.""Don't worry," Moses replied attentively. "You have my word." Charlie nodded again and commanded, "Also, tell Gustavo's boys that it's a misunderstanding. Calm them down."He then turned to Gustavo and ordered, "Tell your boys to never tell anyone about this or ask anyone out there to help you. You don't know how many people your son has bribed." Trembling with fear, Gustavo quavered, "I don't think I can't trust my men
The reception room at Brooklyn Prison was not in the office area or the prison area but in a transitional area between the two. Because of its location, the reception room was not far from the prison area. Once they exited the iron gate, they walked a distance along a corridor and arrived at the reception rooms. Nonetheless, the reception rooms at Brooklyn Prison were divided into different categories. First was the regular reception room, which was used by all inmates. There were dozens of tables in the room, and the inmates would meet their families and lawyers there. It was the reception room with the least privacy as several guards would be watching, and many prisoners would meet their visitors at the same time. Physical contact and exchange of objects were strictly prohibited. Those with slightly special identities could get a relatively small private reception room which guaranteed a certain level of privacy. There were no other prisoners and visitors in the room, and onl
Bruce laughed out loud. "I can understand the first two, but what does the third mean? Are there guys who don't wish to get hard for too long? Who would think that?" "You don't understand, Mr. Weinstein." Charlie smiled and explained, "It's terrible for a man not to get hard, but it's even worse to be too hard. There are some very special situations you haven't encountered yet. When you do, you'll know how painful it is." At this moment, Bruce simply saw Charlie as a quack who was trying to deceive him. He prided himself as a highly educated man in an elite social class, so he was not interested in such pseudoscience. Hence, he donned a perfunctory smile and said, "Well, I hope that I'll never encounter such a strange situation, or I'll have to ask for your help." Charlie chuckled. "Yes. I also hope that you'll never encounter it, but if you do, I'm afraid that only I can treat you." As they talked about the male erectile dysfunction issue, Gustavo raised his eyebrows and rem
After the conversation, Bruce stomped his feet slightly, obviously unable to hold back his excitement. He seemed to want to end the meeting as soon as possible. Noticing his reaction, Charlie said to Gustavo, "Let's not waste Bruce's precious time. Tell him about the cell room exchange and my phone, and we'll get going." Gustavo hastily leaned toward Charlie and whispered, "Why don't you move to my cell? It's the best in the prison, and there is also a TV and WiFi." Charlie waved his hand disdainfully. "I put so much effort into setting up the rules for my cell. How can I just leave? If you don't like my cell, stay in your own cell." Widening his eyes in horror, Gustavo shook his head nervously and fretted, "No, no. Let's do it your way. I'll move to your cell!" Gustavo's greatest fear now was that his son would send someone else to kill him. Charlie had extraordinary strength, and Moses was obedient to him. No one in the prison could hurt him as long as he stayed with Char