Super Sweetheart of the CEO Daddy
Chapter 1651

Paul Miller had already expected Nathan Miller to reply him like this. Maybe other brothers could get along with each other and travel together, but the Miller Family was already like separated like sand, they had all flown away when facing a crisis.

Actually, the three brothers of Miller Family didn't fall apart like they were now. They were once united and were once brotherly and respectful, but at that time, something happened. A tragedy happened, causing the entire world of Miller Family to turn around.

The sudden death of their elder brother, a car accident, his life in his early thirties was ruthlessly taken away.

Everyone thought that it was an accident, and felt that he must have been feeling weak the other day, but Nathan Miller was very clear that he must have done something, and that the car must have lost control, falling out of the road and rolling down the mountain.

Nathan Miller was overseas at the time, and after receiving the call, he rushed over to the hospital, only to see his brother covered in blood lying there, the entire corridor was filled with sounds of crying, and his father was also at that time, the funeral of his brother was handed over to him, he was also very sad, and at that time, the traffic police handed over some of the evidence that they collected to him, Paul Miller took a glance, he also saw a cigarette, a lighter, a mobile phone and a small diary, and began to wonder why his brother had to write down this diary.

Paul Miller found a place where no one was around to open the diary and saw that there were rows of accounts written on it. It was the company's black account, Paul Miller was shocked upon seeing it, and the owner of the black account was actually brother, he had received a huge blow back then, and felt that his brother, who was always smiling merrily, had actually used nearly 800 million yuan in the company, and even smoothed the accounts. Brother found out about this matter, so... It wasn't an accident. It was murder.

Paul Miller was so scared that his whole body turned cold. He squatted in the park and smoked for half a pack of cigarettes before carefully putting everything away.

He was silent all the way until today. Finally, he did not want to remain silent anymore. More than ten years had passed, it was about time to go through his old scores.

"Brother, are you really not willing to help me? Now that our Miller Family has reached such a state, have you thought about what reason it is?" Paul Miller very casually picked a sofa and sat down, his gaze was fixed on Nathan Miller's face: "With brother dead, our Miller Family seems to have changed overnight."

Nathan Miller's hand that was holding onto the cigarette suddenly froze, he slowly turned his head, and looked straight at his third brother: "Why do you say that? We've always been grieving for our brother's death, but there were some mishaps, and we couldn't stop them."

"Is brother's death really an accident? Or ... Is there anyone who does not want him to live out of fear that it will affect their own interests? " Paul Miller let out a cold laugh. The words that came out of his mouth scared Nathan Miller to the point that he turned pale white.

He asked with a dark expression, "What do you know?"

Paul Miller immediately shrugged his shoulders, "Brother, why are you staring at me with such a terrifying gaze? What do you think I know? I'm just reminding you that we brothers should be more amicable and take care of some things."

Nathan Miller was already startled, the cold wind blew past his back, causing him to shiver.

"You're right, father really shouldn't stay in such a cold place like the hospital. He loves the sunlight and cleanliness the most. We have to bury him as soon as possible." Nathan Miller suddenly retracted the fear in his eyes, and lit up another cigarette, this time, he changed his unhelpful tone, and was willing to do as Paul Miller said.

"Then let's go to the hospital now." Paul Miller stood up.

"Now?" Nathan Miller looked at the time. It was almost five, and the sky was about to turn dark.

That's right, right now, the hospital is still not out, we should send our father out for good, and tomorrow we should bury him in the ground and settle down. Anyway, we have already chosen a good place to bury our father, and just need to send him over, and we, Miller Family, are not as prosperous as we were in the past. We believe that we have invited people, and that none of them are willing to come over. Paul Miller's face was filled with hatred.

Nathan Miller was stunned. After hearing what Paul Miller said, although he wanted to refute, but he did not dare say anything. He could only endure the discontent in his heart and nodded: "Alright, you make the decision, my body hasn't been feeling well recently, so you can decide about everything."

Seeing that his brother had agreed, he secretly heaved a sigh of relief. When he turned around to leave, he hurriedly contacted the hospital, requesting them to send the old man to cremation tonight, and bury him tomorrow. The hospital was a little surprised, but Paul Miller was the old man's son.

Paul Miller immediately drove the car and went to the hospital. Although the Miller Family was in decline, but there were still some connections.

Alvina Miller was just taking a bath in the hospital, blow-drying his hair, while Joseph Grant was taking an important call from someone outside. Suddenly, a person from the hospital walked over, Joseph Gran gestured to Warren Hilton, and Warren Hilton Hurriedly walked over and asked him: What's the matter?

"It's like this, Mr. Paul Miller just came to the hospital, and said he will send grandfather to cremation right now, and his body will be buried tomorrow. This matter requires Miss Miller to know about it." The medical staff said.

Warren Hilton was shocked, he immediately turned and looked at Joseph Grant, and just happened to hang up, he recounted the events, causing Joseph Grant's expression to darken: "Grandfather's death has not been investigated thoroughly, is Paul Miller really that anxious to be buried? Heh, there must be people who are afraid. "

Joseph Grant turned and pushed the door open as he entered the room. Alvina Miller stood at the window with his long hair draped over his shoulders. He had already changed out of his wide hospital gown and wore a long, beige skirt.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, she immediately turned around. Joseph Grant walked to the front of her with his cell phone, and said in a low voice: "Your uncle is here, and is sending your grandfather to be cremated. They even said that they will be buried tomorrow.

"What?" The cause of my grandfather's death hasn't been investigated, so why are they in such a hurry to deal with the aftermath?" Hearing that, Alvina Miller was shocked, yet also angry, and felt a chill in his heart.

"Only a man felt guilty would want to cover up all the truth." Joseph Grant laughed coldly.

"Where is he now? I definitely won't let him take Grandfather away now. "Alvina Miller said as he walked out.

"Don't go, I'll go." Joseph Grant reached out and gently grabbed her wrist, exhorting her in a low tone: "If you go, you will only argue with him, and you will lose your mind. Let me go talk to him." Alvina Miller painfully shut her eyes. Indeed, when she saw her uncle, she only wanted to quarrel, and could not calm down to discuss anything with him.

"Alright, you go. You can't let him take grandfather away. This matter can't just be let go like this." Alvina Miller opened her eyes again, completely trusting this man. If he went, he would be able to handle this situation better than her.

"Wait here for me to come back. Don't cry, you've been crying all day." Joseph Grant rubbed the corner of her eyes in pain.

"Yes!" Alvina Miller nodded and agreed.

Joseph Grant turned and walked out. Warren Hilton and his bodyguards immediately followed.

Paul Miller waited for the staff to complete the formalities. He was anxious, both his hands rubbing non-stop, urging the staff to complete the formalities quickly.

Suddenly, he saw the door of the office opened, and a noble young figure entered. All of the female staff members at the scene were blushing with excitement, they were at a loss of what to do, and would always secretly size Joseph Grant up as they entered.

"Uncle, are you in such a hurry to send your father to cremation because you're afraid my men will replace out some evidence?" The moment Joseph Grant entered, he went straight to the point, not giving Paul Miller any time to react.

Paul Miller was originally feeling guilty, but when he saw Joseph Grant's imposing manner as he walked in, it was clear that he was here to question him.

"How could that be? My dad's heart isn't well, we're all informants. He's just died of sickness; how could he have any evidence to investigate?" Paul Miller immediately stabilized his expression and snorted. "If you can be sure that grandfather passed away due to a relapse, why not wait another day and send him away tomorrow instead of coming back so late for formalities?" Joseph Grant's voice instantly became cold and heavy.

Paul Miller's face stiffened.