The Charismatic Charlie Wade – Chapter 3947

At this moment, New York, USA.

Manhattan, the financial center of every inch of land, is now in the morning.

In a conference room on the top floor of a skyscraper with dozens of floors, an old man in his seventies was yelling at seven or eight people.

He asked angrily, "I can’t fucking understand how a person is sent to the hospital and then evaporates! They are all a bunch of fucking rice buckets!"

The one who spoke was Ferdie Joules’ eldest son, Floyd Joules.