Chapter 71 Son, He’s Fake!

• “Mr. Quille! You—you finally woke up! That’s… that’s amazing, just amazing!” On the other end of the line, the assistant, Hu, was so thrilled he could barely string words together. He felt like he might cry.
• It had been over a month. No one knew if the boss was dead or alive. Only God knew how Hu had held it together. The Quille residence was a massive empire—powerful, yes, but size always meant danger.
• Nathan gave a cool nod, not that Hu could see it, and ordered straight out, “Assistant Hu, look into someone for me. In three hours, I want everything on Charlotte.”