The Charismatic Charlie Wade Chapter 5470

As the sun dipped below the horizon, the group gathered around a blazing bonfire, the flames dancing in
the darkening sky.

Charlie, sensing the excitement in the air, had thought ahead, ensuring the ingredients for the dinner
were abundant. But he went further, acquiring a selection of exquisite wines to heighten the evening’s
festivities.

He carefully infused a touch of reiki into the wine, enough to prevent anyone from growing tired, all
without leaving a trace, ensuring their enjoyment and secrecy.

The south’s high plateau setting brought a sudden chill as the night descended, but the warmth of the fire
and the spirits within sustained the group’s comfort. Hector, master of the guitar, and some spirited young
singers filled the night with music. Maria, finding herself easily a part of this lively atmosphere, felt truly
relaxed for the first time in a long while.

As toasts flowed and laughter echoed, one young man remarked, “This wine tonight is something else,
not like any I’ve had before. I usually drink much more, but I’m feeling so alive!”

Another joined in, “I’m a bit dizzy, but I don’t feel a hint of being drunk.”

“Absolutely comfortable!” someone chimed in, looking at Charlie. “Bobby, did you bring a rare vintage?
It’s different, but I can’t quite put my finger on it.”

Charlie, with a smile, shared, “The difference you feel is in the atmosphere, my friends. The more vibrant,
the more your capacity to enjoy the wine.”

Hector added, “Bobby’s got a point. Your ability to handle alcohol depends on factors like your tolerance,
consumption, and surroundings. When we’re gathered like this, full of energy and good spirits, the
alcohol goes down smoother.”



The man nodded thoughtfully, grinning. “Makes sense! I’m having a blast tonight, so another round it is!”

Leonardo, seizing the opportunity, suggested, “Since we’re all in such high spirits, let’s party until the
sunrise, then we’ll rest.”

The group enthusiastically agreed, staying awake, sharing skewers, and singing into the early hours of
the morning. They noticed a few friends leaving the mountain before sunset, but once the darkness set
in, they were the only ones around.

Less than twenty minutes remained until sunrise. Everyone added wood to the fire, waiting eagerly for
the sun’s grand entrance from beyond the mountain. The skyline began to shimmer with a golden hue,
heralding the impending sunrise.

Suddenly, a sharp sense gripped Leonardo, detecting someone rapidly approaching in the distance.
Fearful of being discovered by Morgana, he activated the mental technique he’d learned from Zeba,
tightly concealing his aura. He likened their situation to submarines in deep waters, detecting each other
through subtle means. Those with higher cultivation were like advanced submarines, harder to detect.

However, even with this technique, there was a possibility that someone skilled enough, like Morgana,
could sense them. The key was to maintain absolute silence, minimizing the risk of being found. Morine
had adopted this silent approach, hoping to avoid detection.

At the same time, Morgana, making her way up the mountain, noticed the group below. Seeing the tents
and the gathering of young people, she thought little of it, assuming they were ordinary campers.
Outdoor activities were common, especially among the youth.

As Morgana approached, Morine caught a glimpse of her in the distance. Despite her age, she radiated
beauty and charisma, not unlike Maria. He was well aware of her strong aura and the formidable
presence she commanded.



Sensing Morgana’s scrutiny, Morine drew Maria close, feigning concern for her well-being. He whispered,
“You stayed up all night just for this sunrise, my love… Our first together.”

Maria, grateful for Morine’s diversion, whispered back, “Yes, and it’s worth every moment, even with the
late night and the wine.”

Seeing her approach, Morine deliberately glanced in Morgana’s direction, ensuring she saw them
engaged in a private moment. He lowered his voice, remarking casually, “Looks like we’re not the only
early risers here. Someone else is enjoying the sunrise.”

Maria joined the act, saying, “Seems like she’s alone too. She must’ve camped nearby and decided to
catch the sunrise.”

“It’s a bit odd, though,” Morine mused. “This mountain isn’t the highest nearby. Why choose this spot?”

The conversation between them didn’t raise any suspicion from Morgana. In fact, it had the opposite
effect, making her realize that appearing alone at dawn might draw attention.

Suddenly hesitant, Morgana weighed her options. She wanted to visit Lucius Clark’s tomb, but doing so
with this group so close might be inconvenient. They were merely a couple of hundred meters away. If
she ventured in, they’d undoubtedly notice.

In the distance, Morine had sensed Morgana’s shift in demeanor. He looked at Maria, a mix of worry and
relief in his eyes. “Did you see? She’s coming this way,” he whispered to her.

Maria, now nervous and flushed, gathered herself, “Leonardo, you don’t know her,” she whispered back,
her voice trembling slightly. “I’ve avoided her for centuries, and now she’s right here.”

Morine embraced her, hiding the tension he felt himself. “We’ll handle this together. Just act natural.”



As Morgana approached, Morine subtly gestured for Maria to glance their way. “Looks like we’re not the
only ones,” he commented softly, maintaining the illusion that they were simply tourists enjoying the
sunrise.

Maria, with great effort, played her part. “True, maybe she’s a sunrise enthusiast like us.”

“But it’s odd,” Morine added, “this isn’t the highest peak. Wonder why she picked this spot. What’s more
is that she is alone…”

Morgana heard every word of the exchange. The conversation between the two seemed innocuous,
failing to awaken any suspicions within her. Yet, when Morine subtly voiced his doubts, a sudden shift
occurred, causing Morgana to reflect on her own presence. Alone, so early in the morning, she couldn’t
escape the realization that her actions might seem somewhat unconventional to an outside observer.

Her thoughts, once bent on uncovering something amiss, now turned inward. She felt a sudden urgency
to conceal her own peculiar behavior.

Thus, uncertainty began to gnaw at her, and she thought to herself, “If I were to pay my respects at my
brother’s tomb right now, would these people sense something out of the ordinary?”

About The Charismatic Charlie Wade -

The Charismatic Charlie Wade is the best current series of the author Lord Leaf. With the below Chapter
5470 content will make us lost in the world of love and hatred interchangeably, despite all the tricks to
achieve the goal without any concern for the other half, and then regret. late. Please read chapter
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