Super Sweetheart of the CEO Daddy
Chapter 1592

Seeing that he had returned so quickly, the Old President raised his hand towards Betty: "Go out first, I want to have a chat with your brother."

Seeing her brother's face filled with anger, Betty was also very surprised, and could only advise him: "Brother, uncle just had an operation, don't make him angry."

Duke's face was ice-cold, his eyes was still staring at Old President, waiting for his reply.

Old President wiped his mouth with a tissue and sat up, sighing: "Didn't you see that I was paving the way for you?"

Duke's face was still very ugly as he said angrily: "Why are you doing this, I do not need you to pave the way for me."

"In the end, you're still too young, so you spoke so arrogantly." The Old President sighed, but he was not angry. He only said lightly: "You are young now, and there are many paths you have chosen, but when you get older, you will realize, no matter how good the position is, you will always be subservient to others. Unless you are like Joseph Grant, and become a person above others."

Duke's face was stiff, he did not say a word.

"No one can give you the face of someone standing at the top. That feeling is really good, do you know?" Old President smiled and closed his eyes, as if he was reminiscing about the glorious moments from the past.

"If everyone wants to sit on top of people, wouldn't the world be in chaos? No matter where you are, all you have to do is do your job well. Life is rushed, everything is utilitarian. In the end, is it like this for you? I still lost to fate. "Duke was quiet for a while, then started to mock him.

Old President's eyes instantly opened, staring at Duke angrily: "Is this how you speak to your elders? Forget it, do you replace this Jenny not good-looking enough? Do you want me to arrange another for you...' "I don't need you to worry about me anymore. I heard that someone is prosecuting you, and you can lie down here with the help of the disease. But once you recover, you will face multiple crimes. You should prepare for it." After Duke finished speaking, he turned around and left.

Old President's face instantly turned pale white. It seemed that some people wished for him to quickly shut his eyes.

"Joseph Grant, you have sharpened your blade for so many years, is it sharp enough? Finally, you're going to use me as a guide. You seem to be more and more like a leader." The Old President let out a cold laugh. Actually, he had already predicted that such a day would come.

"The victor is the king, and the loser is the bandit. This is the fate of the strong." Old President was still conceited.

It was early in the morning, last night was filled with rain and wind, and it was cold in the morning. Alvina Miller replaced the thick blanket with a thin one, so she felt extremely cold. Her petite body continued to lean towards the man's side, wanting to warm herself up from it.

Joseph Grant felt that she was like a little kitten, sticking close to him.

In Joseph Grant's biological clock, he would wake up at 6 o'clock. Usually, he would get up straight away, but ever since he was sleeping with a little girl by his side, he suddenly fell in love with a lazy bed. He subconsciously hugged her closer to him, causing Alvina Miller to feel as if he was leaning on a stove as he slept more peacefully.

Around six-thirty, Joseph Grant could only gently let go of her. He had to get off the bed to prepare breakfast for her.

Now that his arm could move, he didn't want to eat bread with her every day. This woman's cooking skills were getting better and better, but eating this every morning was not nutritious. He didn't dislike it, he was just afraid of starving her.

The man shoved one of her dolls into Alvina Miller's embrace, but after Alvina Miller hugged it tightly, she fell asleep again.

When she woke up, the sky outside was bright. She got out of bed and stretched. Seeing the water droplets rolling down the window, her mood improved.

She quickly finished washing up, changed her clothes and went downstairs. When she heard the sound of oil sizzling from the kitchen, she was stunned.

She hurried towards the kitchen and saw that the man was still wearing his pajamas and had made two bowls of noodles. The pot of fried egg was already filled to the brim with the fragrance.

Alvina Miller chided him softly: "The doctor told you not to move freely. You're really disobedient."

However, Joseph Grant deliberately flexed his arms. "It's fine, don't worry."

"How can I not worry?" Alvina Miller pouted.

Joseph Grant pointed to the beef noodles he prepared and said: "Take it out to eat."

Alvina Miller looked at the alluring soup, which had cabbages and beef inside. She couldn't help but swallow her saliva.

Joseph Grant placed the fried egg in front of her, rubbed her long hair, then turned and headed upstairs.

Alvina Miller's mood was so good that it was on the verge of exploding. She could not help but take out her fork and start eating. The taste was very familiar, Joseph Grant's soup was very delicious, who knew what kind of ingredients he put inside.

When Joseph Grant went downstairs again, he was already in a suit, and his temperament instantly became more noble.

Alvina Miller had already eaten more than half of it, when she looked up and saw him, it was hard to imagine that he was still wearing his pajamas and busying himself in the kitchen.

Seeing her in a daze, Joseph Grant couldn't help but smile: "Has your soul been hooked away?"

Alvina Miller then realized that she had lost a little face and quickly buried her head in to continue eating her noodles: "There are only ten days until the election, and now everyone has already determined that it's you, what do you think?"

"Would you have been disappointed if it isn't me?" Joseph Grant's face turned serious.

Alvina Miller blinked: "I don't know."

"In order to not disappoint you, it must be me." Joseph Grant suddenly laughed.

Alvina Miller also laughed: "If you become Mr. President, you will be even busier in the future. At that time, will I still be able to eat the food you cook?"

"Sure, I'll make it for you when I have time." Joseph Grant comforted her.

Alvina Miller was finally relieved.

Victoria Miller had stayed in the hotel for a few days already, so she finally decided to return home.

Amy Miller agreed to help her investigate the matter of the express delivery video, but she was rather proactive. After spending all her money, she finally found some clues.

However, just as she was about to continue her search, she discovered that the clue was broken.

The man she was looking for had been imprisoned.

Amy Miller was annoyed, but she went to investigate elsewhere, she heard an unexpected name, Sister May.

"May Burke? That crazy female politician? Didn't she get shot? " Amy Miller was tangled up on this matter the entire way home.

She felt that she must have investigated wrongly, what did this have to do with the dead woman, wasn't this supposed to be related to Alvina Miller?

The more Amy Miller thought about it, the more she felt that her investigations were incorrect. However, all the evidence had a basis as well.

Amy Miller decided to hide this matter from her, if the one who framed Victoria Miller was May Burke, then it would not be much fun. May Burke was dead, all her comrades were imprisoned, and the crime was punished. Even if Victoria Miller wanted to take revenge, she would not run over to the prison to kill them, right?

Thus, the corner of Amy Miller's mouth hooked up into an evil smile.

What she wanted was the fight between Victoria Miller and Alvina Miller. She wanted to make Alvina Miller bear the blame for this.

Only then could Victoria Miller hate Alvina Miller and fought with her to the death.

When Amy Miller returned to the Miler Family, the first thing she did was to look for Victoria Miller.

Victoria Miller's expression was decadent, she had long since lost her previous high spirits, and now, she did not even change her makeup.

"Sister, I found it." Amy Miller pushed open her room, and the first thing she said was it.

"What did you replace out? Tell me quickly." Victoria Miller instantly pounced over from the sofa and grabbed her arm: "Is it that bitch Alvina Miller? Did she do it? She harmed me."

"Sister, it's her. It's her. Although I don't have enough evidence, I found out that the person who sent you the video is from the office." Amy Miller said with complete certainty, with a vicious look in her eyes. "I knew it was her. Who else could it be? That time when I went to rescue her, she dared to have me locked in the trunk. How malicious, I won't let her off. "Victoria Miller was so angry that she had lost all reason. Resentment filled both of her eyes, and she clenched her fists tightly, wishing that she could tear Alvina Miller to shreds right now.

"Sister, don't be rash, Alvina Miller is no longer the same as before. Joseph Grant is about to be elected as President, you can't win against her." Amy Miller hurriedly tried to persuade his with good intentions.