Super Sweetheart of the CEO Daddy
Chapter 1543

"I'm warning you, if the third person replaces out about this, I won't let you off." Penelope still cherished her face a lot as she immediately waved her fist towards Rain as a warning. "Don't worry, I won't say anything." Rain nodded honestly.

Penelope finally found a bag, but found out that he was sitting in the front passenger seat. She immediately undid his seat belt and climbed up the seat to the back of the car.

After a while, Penelope felt that he was like a river, she wanted to cover his ears to prevent himself from hearing it, but no matter how embarrassing he was, he could only throw it away. Fortunately, Rain didn't laugh anymore and only slowed down his car.

Only after a while did Penelope finally feel at ease, he was extremely vexed.

"Did you just say you would take a risk with a woman? "It's not the kind of adventure I understand, is it?" Penelope could not help but mock him.

"What kind of adventure do you think?" The Rain asked curiously.

"Heh, as far as I know, when a man reaches your age, he either doesn't get married, or he has a physical problem, or he hasn't played enough. You should belong to the latter, right?" Heh, as far as I know, when a man doesn't get married at your age, either there's a physical problem, or you haven't played enough, you should belong to the latter.

"Ms Penelope, you don't understand me, so please don't take my life so seriously. I'm not going to take the risk to play, but to work." Rain's face changed as he immediately refuted himself.

"Work?" Penelope was startled.

"Yes, the archaeologists are recruiting bodyguards for their highly paid and dangerous jobs. Not everyone is willing to go there. Climbing the snow mountains, the desert, and the no-man's-land are all for betting their lives on tomorrow. If I don't marry, it's not that I'm sick or want to play, it's just that I like this kind of free life." The Rain could only explain in detail to her, unwilling to be imagined to be that sort of slut.

"Oh!" Penelope had a stupefied expression. It seems that he wasn't the kind of man that she understood.

After spending two hours, Rain sent Penelope to the office. After parking the car, he was going to leave.

"Ummm, Can I have your contact information? " Penelope suddenly chased after him and asked with a blush on her face.

The Rain was a little surprised, but he nodded and passed the phone to her after taking it out.

Penelope immediately entered his own cell phone number, dialled his own number, and called his own phone.

"If I need a bodyguard in the future, can I hire you?" Penelope asked jokingly.

I'm sorry, I have been hired by the Miller Family for a long time and am unable to take other jobs. Rain said with a serious face. "That's... Fine." Penelope was suddenly a little disappointed.

"Rain also noticed that she was looking at him with a complicated gaze. He couldn't help but be startled. "Goodbye." Penelope felt that something was wrong with his today. After she quickly said his piece, he turned around and ran through the door as if he was escaping.

Rain stood in his original position blankly for two seconds, after which, he turned and left.

After the Sister May left, the first thing she did was to run to replace the President.

Old President took the time to look at her and saw that her face was dark. He lit a cigarette and said indifferently: "I asked you to go to Joseph Grant's engagement banquet, did you replace anything?"

"Big discovery, Mr. President, I feel that you can send those trash to watch over them. Who told you that Joseph Grant does not love Alvina Miller? And who told you that Alvina Miller doesn't care about Joseph Grant? "It's been so long, and they acted so well, treating us all like fools. They're really in love with us." The Sister May said angrily.

"Is there such a thing?" Old President's expression changed greatly as well. He became furious as he struck the table with his palm: "Joseph Grant has actually acted for such a long time for me to see?" "Mr. President, we neglected the simplest matter. Before, we only felt that Alvina Miller was completely useless to us, but now, we realize that she will be Joseph Grant's biggest weakness." Sister May also clenched his teeth. He felt like he was a joke being mocked by Joseph Grant.

The Old President's face was ashen, and he looked much older. Clenching his fist, he said with a face of hatred: "The last time we left a live one, it was arranged by Joseph Grant's men and was about to start a public trial. We have yet to replace a chance to silence them, and heard that this time we have captured a small leader, who knows how much does he know about this matter."

Sister May's expression instantly changed, she was already calculating in his heart, was Old President really exhausted? As matters stood, Joseph Grant held the upper hand in everything that happened. Sister May suddenly felt a chill from the bottom of his heart, and she felt a fear that made him unable to breathe.

"Mr. President, is there any way to solve this problem?" Sister May could not help but ask.

Old President gritted his teeth and said, "The general election will be held early next month. We don't have much time left.

Sister May was so scared that her scalp went numb, she quickly lowered her head and said respectfully: "Sir, my loyalty to you can be verified, I will definitely not betray you halfway, but, the so-called wise man knows when to stop, has the President considered her path of retreat?"

Old President stared at her, and after a long while, he let out a cold laugh: "You want me to be his subordinate? To be a defeated opponent of his, yet to be driven by him? I'm a man, after all. "

"Whether Mr. President has made any other decision or not, the current situation is extremely disadvantageous for us. At today's banquet, I saw that Edwards Wayne and Leo William were present, and it looks like they are not afraid at all. Since he had chosen a path that he could not walk on, she did not know what the end of the road was. Perhaps it might be a cliff that was tens of thousands of meters high, causing his body to be smashed into pieces. However, he hoped that it would be Flower Lakeside, so he reshuffled the game.

"The human heart is such a reality. Whoever can bring them benefits will choose to be with them. May, do you regret following me?" Old President measured her with his dark eyes.

Sister May was a smart person, she knew that the Old President was purposely testing her, so she quickly bent down in fear with an expression of submission and said loyally: "What Mr. President has said, I have never regretted it, Mr. President has always been my goal, a role model to follow, I was promoted by you, I believe that your wise decision will definitely bring about a more brilliant tomorrow for our country."

"That mouth of yours can talk, it's likeable." Old President laughed: "As matters stand, the only thing that can turn the tables is to target Joseph Grant. That Alvina Miller is truly hateful, even though he is still so young and has great acting skills, and has worked in the office for so long, he did not reveal a single flaw.

"Mister, you are trying to ..." Sister May's face changed, her heart was filled with fear.

"No matter how popular Joseph Grant is, no matter how much of a leader he is, if he is no longer in this world, who would still wish to follow him? It's no use even if he becomes someone else's belief. "At this moment, Old President was already at the point of a life and death struggle. He was already old, and there wasn't much time left, all he wanted to do was to be arrogant.

Sister May's face changed greatly, her heart was anxious, she never thought that Old President would make a move that would kill her, moreover, this was the tempo to pull all her comrades to their deaths. Although the Sister May was greedy for power and liked the feeling of being above others, and liked those young and beautiful women bending over in front of her, if she had to pay for all of this with her life, she wouldn't suddenly have that much courage anymore.

"The President's decision is very good. Indeed, everything is fine, but it's only because of Joseph Grant's existence. I just wonder what mister plans to do?" Sister May could not help but ask. "How? You do it for me. "The President's eyes suddenly flashed with light. He stared into her eyes and said, Mei, I'll leave this matter to you. Can you handle it well?"

"I... I... I'm just a woman, I'm powerless, I don't even dare to holding a gun. If it's just playing with power, I can come up with some ideas, but if you want me to kill someone, then I ... I don't dare." Sister May had never been so frightened before, her legs went soft, and she almost collapsed on the ground, stuttering as she replied in panic.

"All of you have become cowards. Who was it that said they would support me in taking this position?" Old President let out a sneer.

Sister May's face turned pale white, she clutched her chest and gasped for breath, afraid that she would be scared to death.

"Don't forget that all of you have lives in your hands. If you don't fight at this time, even if I fall, you will not live a good life." The Old President ridiculed, spitting out the benefits.

Sister May opened her eyes. She did not expect Old President to say such words, she was angry and anxious, to the point that she could not speak a single word.

Old President looked at the needle placed at the side. Seconds after hour hand was moving, it was like a ring of years, urging people to keep walking forward.

The wind blew in from outside the window, lifting up his black hair from its top, revealing instead the grayness of time.

Sister May was already kneeling on the ground. When she raised her head and saw the strands of white hair that Old President was deliberately disguising, she couldn't tell what she was feeling.

"If I were twenty years younger, I would definitely not have had a chance for Joseph Grant today." Old President also sighed with emotion. He had no hatred or desire, only unwillingness to see so many years have passed.

Sister May did not speak, she only increased her breathing.

"One month... It's too short, I can't change anything. I want to help my nephew sit on the position of Mr. Vice-President, what do you think?" Old President's gaze turned old.

"Your nephew? Northern Army Head Duke?" Sister May's face was filled with disbelief.

"Yes, as long as Joseph Grant agrees to my condition, I am willing to give up on competing with him." Old President reached out his hand to pull the hand out. His voice sounded a lot older.

"But he ... Does he not seem to want to be with you?" Sister May looked surprised.