Super Sweetheart of the CEO Daddy
Chapter 1570

The sudden riot made the scene lose control for a moment. But, Joseph Grant's bodyguard was not just for show, they immediately rushed forward to stop the group of berserk men, but unfortunately, the group of men had ferocious expressions, as though they were all here for Joseph Grant, and they wanted him dead.

A short man, with the help of his companions, successfully escaped from the group of bodyguards and staff members who blocked the attack, and fiercely pierced towards Joseph Grant's back.

Kelly had already been scared silly, but the moment she saw that person pouncing towards Joseph Grant with a blade in his hand, a thought quickly flashed across her mind. This was her chance ... "Sir, be careful!" Kelly wanted to quickly push Joseph Grant away, but unfortunately, she was the one who was pushed away. Joseph Grant could have avoided the blade on his back, but because Kelly wanted to turn around and block it for him, it caused Joseph Grant to hesitate for a second when he tried to push her away. The knife just scraped at his arm.

The blood was dyed red at the next moment of Joseph Grant's shirt. Kelly was pushed away by him forcefully, and pounced onto the wall. She was startled, and when she turned around, she saw that the man who injured Joseph Grant was grabbed by the guards who rushed over to his side.

The attack was too fast, in the blink of an eye, it had been suppressed, but in that split second, Joseph Grant's arm was slashed by the blade. The color of his face immediately retreated, the pain taking over his entire mental state.

Warren Hilton shouted loudly in shock: "Sir, you're injured?"

The group of men who went berserk were also quickly subdued, but they were all still extremely excited. One of them angrily glared at Joseph Grant and scolded: "It doesn't matter if you just bleed a little, as long as we cannon fodder are able to pave the way for him. If he doesn't die, we won't be able to live."

These people's provocative words provoked a few staff members beside him to step forward and give them a good kick or two.

"Stop!" Joseph Grant bellowed, his majesty revealed a hint of benevolence.

"Sir, your hand is injured. Let's go to the infirmary to stop the bleeding first." Warren Hilton had already made a gesture to the people beside him: "Get the doctor here, quick."

Joseph Grant said to the people around him with a calm expression, "Lock them up first. We can interrogate them later, but you can't do anything violent to them."

"Yes sir!" The furious staff could only obey the order and bring everyone away.

Kelly stood by the door in panic. Her fingers were trembling, and her hair was in disarray. She had originally wanted to use the opportunity to save Joseph Grant, even if she was severely injured. But in reality, she could not. Instead, she was saved by Joseph Grant once, and his hand was injured.

She looked at the blood on the floor. She was still shaking, and her expression was one of panic, fear, and heartache.

When Joseph Grant walked past her, Kelly immediately ran over and apologized while crying: "Sorry, Mr. Vice-President, I was too useless, I caused you injuries."

Joseph Grant's gaze did not stay on her face, and he only said lightly: "It's not your fault. Go back to work."

"No, it's my fault. Mr. Vice-President, let me take care of you. I am so shameless." Kelly cried even more sorrowfully. Her tears fell. She raised her eyes, and the bottom of her eyes was filled with love. Warren Hilton said coldly from the side: "We can understand why you want to save Mr. Vice-President, but you should try your best not to act rashly next time. Mr. Vice-President's injuries are serious, please do not block the way here anymore."

After Warren Hilton finished speaking, he immediately escorted Joseph Grant to the elevator. When they reached the second floor, a few doctors anxiously ran over.

"Quick, help Mister take a look." Warren Hilton immediately made them sit in a room at the side and started to bandage Joseph Grant's arm.

The doctor opened the medicine box and took out the tools. Joseph Grant's injury was on his right hand, the wound was four to five centimeters deep, but fortunately the wound was not deep enough. It didn't hurt bones, but cut skin and flesh. He must disinfect the needle immediately to stop bleeding.

"Mister, you have to bear with it for a bit. Let's make some ointment for you first." The few doctors were very professional, facing such a situation, they steadied their breathing and wanted to treat Joseph Grant's wounds in the shortest amount of time possible.

Joseph Grant also lost a bit too much blood at this moment. He closed his eyes and nodded: "Sorry for the trouble."

Warren Hilton watched on from the side, feeling extremely anxious. This group of people was simply a mob, their goal was to get close to the Mr. Vice-President and take the chance to kill him. He really didn't know who the mastermind behind this was, could it still be that person?

The fact that Joseph Grant was injured on the first floor did not spread very quickly, because Joseph Grant had told them that they must temporarily stop the news from spreading. After all, this was not a glorious thing.

Plus, it was now noon, so most of the staff were still taking their lunch break.

The wounds on Joseph Grant's arm were sealed with needles. His entire arm was numb. He was lying on the chair, and his entire person seemed to have lost energy, as if he was completely exhausted. Warren Hilton had sent people over to guard the door of the guest room strictly. It seemed that some people really did not care about everything else, and wanted to make this kind of inhuman counterattack at this crucial moment.

"Sir, do you want to notify Miss Miller to come over?" Warren Hilton asked softly as he knew that Joseph Grant had not fallen asleep and was only resting with his eyes closed.

It was a time of weakness when he was wounded, and if someone who loved him was around to look after him, he would certainly feel better.

"No need, let her rest." Even at this time, Joseph Grant did not wish for her to worry about him.

"She will replace out sooner or later." Warren Hilton couldn't help but remind him.

"Then let her know at a later time, this interrogation will be given to you. Listen to them, if I don't die today, they will die, and they must definitely be threatened. Otherwise, they won't go crazy from trying to kill me." Joseph Grant slowly opened his eyes, his gaze staring out of the window in a certain direction, but his expression becoming more stern.

"Yes, I will personally interrogate them. I will definitely get the mastermind out of their mouths. There's really no saving them." The more Warren Hilton thought about it, the angrier he got. If they had the ability, they should have a fair competition.

"Do you think it has anything to do with that person?" Joseph Grant frowned, his heart was still in pain. Especially when he saw Duke, he was even more unwilling to see a situation where both of them were seriously injured. If this were to spread, not only would the entire country be laughing, the other nations would also want to beat them up.

"Apart from him, there's no someone else I can think of. Sir, you're too kind, he sent people to kill you so many times, but you endured it all the time. Only then did you allow his lawlessness to go unchecked, and even if you counterattacked a little bit, you could still suppress his spirit and make him not dare to act brazenly." Warren Hilton sighed. He felt heartache and was angry.

Joseph Grant went silent. Actually, why hadn't he thought of using the same method to attack his opponent? If the other party threw a bomb at him and he threw one back, could this country be saved? This situation was simply too chaotic, it made the schemers of other nations smile, their goal was achieved. Joseph Grant was not willing to fight for this position with a competitive spirit in his heart, this was not his initial loyalty, nor was it his idea to rule over the country.

"Sir, I'm sorry, I said too much." After Warren Hilton reflected on his words, his face instantly filled with shame. He felt that his words just now were too radical, just like the faces of the group of people, causing them to be afraid.

"It's OK, your words are very reasonable, but we still need to calm down. There are a lot of things that not taking revenge on the enemy will we win. These people are very suspicious. The messenger behind them may not be the Old President. He has been targeting me all the time, so we might have misunderstood him. But my enemy is not just him, there are also a lot of people hiding in the shadows, and they might be in some other countries, trying to create a wave of chaos to disrupt our country. Someone just wanted to make chaos." Joseph Grant's expression became more sober, and after he finished speaking, he sat up on the reclining chair: "I need to go back to the office, let the doctors go back first."

Warren Hilton was startled, then he suddenly understood what he meant. The power struggle was only for the Office, but the relations between countries were very tense, so what sir considered was the big matter, Warren Hilton felt even more ashamed.