Super Sweetheart of the CEO Daddy
Chapter 1563

Duke separated his sister from them and sat opposite of Old President with a dark expression. His gaze sized up his uncle who had instantly aged down. Old President laughed self-deprecatingly: "Are you afraid that I'm pretending to be sick?"

"What did the doctor say?" Of course, Duke could tell that his complexion was very bad, his sickly white face had long since lost its high-spirited look.

Old President shook his head while smiling: "I have finally reached the end of my life. The doctor said I could only last for at most half a year, or at least a month. That's why I'm in such a hurry to recall you." "It's so serious. Why are you only telling us now?" Duke was angry.

"Duke, you are really like my brother. Every time I see you, I think of him. People are most afraid of parting from life to death, and my brother passed away in his prime. I have a responsibility, after all these years, I have taken care of you two siblings. I hope he could knew it and be happy." Old President could not help but sigh.

"I have never forgotten the kindness that you have shown to us siblings." Duke lowered his eyes. When he mentioned his father, his expression was also sorrowful.

"Duke, let me be George with you, Joseph Grant will definitely succeed in the general election and become the next President. You and him were close once, I have the confidence that I can make you replace him, are you interested?" Old President finally opened his mouth and stared at his nephew, wanting to see his true appearance.

Duke did not expect his uncle to suddenly say these words to him, a flash of surprise passed through his face, and then, he immediately replied: "I'm not interested."

"I knew you would answer me in such a way. You have no will to fight, and your father will not rest in peace." Old President sighed, he shook his head with a face full of regret.

Duke's body trembled, and did not answer him.

"Before your father died, he asked me to do something. He said that the man in our family must not admit defeat. He told me to send you up, so that you can continue the glory and pride of our Wood Family. Now that you have reached adulthood, you are talented, young are capable, and you are completely capable of sitting in this position, just like how Joseph Grant was in the past. He is also respected at a young age, so do you think that you are inferior to him?" Old President couldn't help but agitate him, hoping that he would be able to fight and not admit defeat.

Duke raised his head to look at his uncle. The expectation in his eyes were very clear and direct.

"Uncle, I am sorry, but I do not accept this arrangement. The men of Wood Family will not admit defeat, but there is no need to prove anything to anyone." Duke rejected indifferently, and didn't even think about it.

"Duke, are you going to disappoint me? You said just now that you owed me a debt of gratitude, but now you want me to die with grievance, right? I can't take this lying down. If you still regard me as your uncle, then help me get back at him so that I can leave in peace. " Old President's face was filled with grief and indignation, as if he had suffered a great grievance.

"Uncle, I don't understand. Is power really that important to you? If you don't bring it with you, if you don't bring it with you when you die, why can't you be at ease?" Duke couldn't help but retort at his words, and felt that it was really funny. "I'm thinking for your juniors, don't you understand? Our Wood family is a big family, which has penetrated many industries. Each industry depends on our relationship. If I were to fall, our entire Wood Family would have to follow and play until the end. You can keep a high status and admire your profession, but don't forget, you are a member of the Wood Family, and you have the bloodline of the Wood Family on you, so do you not care about its life and death? You know who Joseph Grant is, he can't bear to see such a rotten thing, so sooner or later he will settle the score with us Wood Family, when that time comes, do you think he will let you go?" Old President's words became excited. He felt that it was time to teach this nephew a deep lesson. The responsibilities he had, the mission that he had as a man of Wood Family, all these were things that he couldn't easily let go of. Uncle, I just want to ask you one thing, you have to tell me the truth. " Duke did hear his every word, but he also had something to ask.

"Go ahead." Old President straightened his sleeves with a serious expression.

"Not long ago, Joseph Grant went to the disaster area to pay his respects to the people there." Duke stared at him and asked immediately.

Old President's expression changed greatly, a hint of anger appearing on his face: "What are you trying to say?"

"I don't want to say anything, you know? The guns in the hands of those murderers were stolen from the military warehouse in my sector. Not long ago, someone was sent by the authorities to investigate this matter." Duke said expressionlessly.

"What?" Old President was instantly angered and his chest started to hurt: "Where did you get that gun from? Did Joseph Grant replace someone to investigate you?"

"Uncle, you are the one who made a mistake. Let them investigate me with reason, I can't deny that." Duke laughed at himself.

"What does Joseph Grant want to do?" Old President was angered to the point that his face flushed red: "Could it be that he wants to use this matter to change your position?"

"He did not change my position. I only volunteered to stay for three months. During these three months, I will probably go to the military academy to be an instructor." Duke said indifferently, as if he did not realize how much he had lost face.

"You... Are you trying to anger me to death? Do you replace my life short enough?" Old President almost couldn't come up in one breath. He didn't think that such a big thing would happen after a few days of rest. His nephew had been trained for investigation but he actually didn't have the ability to protect him.

"Uncle, don't be angry. Everything seems to be predestined. If you want to kill him, the gun will flow out from my side. If he doesn't die, then we can only bear the guilt." Duke shrugged his shoulders, indicating that he was willing to accept everything.

"You..." Old President wanted to beat him up.

"Don't be mad, uncle. As for the Vice-President, it's the same for everyone else, but you can't do anything against Joseph Grant. If there's a vice president, then there's no way he can take care of you." Duke comforted the Old President with an open mind.

"You are in cahoots with Joseph Grant? I want to die from your anger. " Old President's current expression was extremely ugly, and even extremely disappointed.

Duke walked over, knelt in front of him, and said with a face full of training: "Uncle, if you want to beat me or scold me, I will accept it. Actually Joseph Grant did not punish me for my crimes, but I know that I am guilty. As you said, we are a family, your punishment is on me, and I am willing to accept it."

"What crime have I committed? I am only trying to maintain my balancelance. You brat, get up and quickly leave. I don't want to see you." Old President raised his hand to hit him, but his hand froze in mid air and he was unable to continue.

"Uncle, the only thing I can guarantee is that I will not interact with any members of the Grant Family in this lifetime. I hope you won't be angry with me." Duke was aware that he was not filial and that his uncle was sick to his stomach, hence he had to promise Old President.

"Do you want to give up your current position?" Old President was so angry that he wanted to vomit blood.

"No, I no longer have a personal relationship with Joseph Grant." Duke lowered his head and said.

The Old President leaned against the back of his chair and said bitterly: "That's right, I forgot. I forgot that the two of you had a very good relationship back then, and I was the one who destroyed your friendship. The only thing that can be said is that reality is too cruel, and there is too much helplessness. OK, you just break up with Joseph Grant, that's good."

"Uncle, are you alright? You don't look very well." Duke was concerned about him anxiously.

"You are determined not to inherit my will, but it's a pity that I don't have a son. If there is, I will force him to walk down my path. You are my younger brother's son, I won't force you." Old President calculated for the rest of his life, but in the end, he discovered that he could not be considered the arrangement of fate.

"Then I'll go down first. I'll have Betty accompany you." Duke did not dare to keep him any longer, afraid that he would cause his uncle to faint from anger.

Betty anxiously held onto her small hands, she stood in the living room, her beautiful eyes looking at the stairs from time to time.

His eldest brother and eldest uncle had been at loggerheads before, and now that they were talking about official matters, he was afraid that they would start a fight again.

"Brother, how is uncle? Have you finished talking?" Betty walked over quickly and asked.

"Why don't you go up and accompany him? He likes to hear you talk." Duke was counting on his sister.

"Alright, I'll bring a cup of water up." Betty secretly heaved a sigh of relief, turned around and carried a cup of water up.