Rise of Jayden Fernando

Chapter 22

Charles drove out of the hotel in a high speed to his regular brothel. He was welcomed by the thugs outside, as they knew who he was.

The speakers were blaring loud music, people screaming, and shouting. The whole place reeked alcohol and cigarettes. He walked upstairs to the VIP room,where only a few rich men occupied with their whores.

"Get me my usual."

His facial expression gave him away, as anyone who saw him would easily tell that he was furious.

"Here's your drink, sir. Would you like anything else?" The waiter asked, but he gave a negative reply, so he left.

"Hey, come back!" He yelled, "get me three more shots."

His request had the waiter thinking. Three shots of his kind of drink was enough to make one drunk. He had no choice, but to bring his demands.

Charles drank up the content in one gulp, his eyes were like daggers, ready to stab anyone who dared to try him, mercilessly.

"I need you," he said over the phone, taking another gulp of it—left with only two shots.

"How d