Super Sweetheart of the CEO Daddy novel Chapter 1551

Joseph Grant's words were like a bomb that was thrown into a beautiful dream that had been calculated by the Old President. He was instantly thrown into a state of chaos, completely out of control. His face was dark and gloomy, and he could only feel the location of the heart, the pain was unbearable, he immediately grabbed for the medicine with his trembling hands, but his hands were trembling so badly that he did not even have the strength to pinch the cap of the bottle.

"Mr. president." The people who came in were his bodyguards and his trusted aides. Seeing Old President falling down from his chair and curling up on the ground while struggling in pain, he quickly found some medicine and a cup of water. He helped Old President feed him some water.

"I might not be able to attend the afternoon meeting, let Joseph Grant go." Old President gasped for breath, but his face was still deathly pale.

"Mr. President, this is an important meeting. Are you sure you won't be there?" The court official beside him asked with a surprised and even worried expression on his face.

Suddenly, he took his own phone: "My old bones are about to break down, I really don't have the energy to attend this conference, you guys can leave first, I'll make a phone call."

The group of people all had different expressions as they looked at Old President's odd expression, it was unknown if they were worried or afraid. Old President took his phone and looked through the numbers. At the bottom of the number list, he saw Duke's name.

"Hello, Uncle." When the call connected, a deep male voice was heard.

"I have a heart problem. The doctor is urging me to have surgery. Can you come back and see me?" Mr. Old President's voice sounded sad and lonely.

"Is it serious?" The man's voice had an extra urgency to it.

"If I don't succeed in the operation, I might directly die on the operation table. We will never have the chance to see each other again in this life. It's good that you're my nephew. If I don't see you again before I die, I will be very moved." Old President's voice was filled with self—mockery and lament.

"Then I'll immediately request a leave of absence to return." After two seconds of silence, the man agreed to return.

"Alright, come back." On Old President's pale face, there was finally a hint of a smile.

After hanging up the phone, Old President leaned back in his chair with his eyes closed. He had always liked this little nephew of his, ever since he was young, very close to him, but when he grew up, he was more and more like a stranger, unless it was absolutely necessary for him to return. Unless it was his duty to do so, he would always stand guard outside and wander around like a homeless person.

He did not expect that Old President would actually want to voluntarily forfeit and even mentioned a condition to him. Actually, although the selection for the position of Vice—President was not set yet, there were a lot of capable people, and only a fair competition would show the respect for this position.

It was just like how he had been chosen by the crowd to sit in this position.

"Duke." Joseph Grant muttered this name in a low voice, his eyebrows knitted together, and it was as if the door to his memories was opened by a ray of light. On the ski resort, they had competed against each other because of their gambling atmosphere, and at that time, they were only fourteen or fifteen years old, they were still young, they were not willing to admit defeat, and no one knew what caused this. But in the end, the two of them did not win, one of them had a broken arm, while the other had a bloody nose and face.

There was another time that left a deep impression on him. It was also at that age, on the blue ball field, that he took his sister Wendy Grant to play football, and Duke sat to the side to watch over the fracture of her arm. Since he didn't have the chance to go on stage, Joseph Grant gave him his sister, who was only six or seven years old, to look after.

After the blue ball ended, Duke's handsome hairstyle had already been cut by Wendy Grant dozens of times, and it became the funniest thing to laugh about on that day.

Afterwards, every time he came out, his sister would clamour that she wanted to follow him out, and even said that she would continue to tie Duke's hair, scaring him into hiding for a long time. Until the end, he didn't want to bother with that mischievous little girl anymore.

However, after Duke's father passed away, these beautiful memories would become hard to find. It was as if he had become a different person, and no longer played around. He studied wholeheartedly, and it was as if he had grown up overnight.

Joseph Grant sighed. After so many years had passed, they would no longer be able to see each other again as if they had been free and unrestrained back then. It was as if there was an invisible wall between them that blocked their friendship.

Joseph Grant shook his head, he did not want to further investigate this matter. He would never agree to Old President's conditions, it was unfair and illegal.

As night fell, Penelope drove the car to the place mentioned by the Rain. It was actually an old street, and it was difficult even to find a parking spot next to it.

Penelope finally found a spot, but he was pushed into it by another car.

Seeing that, Penelope was immediately angered, she was clearly backing his car up and entering the warehouse, why was there still someone who could impolitely come over to snatch his seat?

Therefore, she immediately pushed the door open and got out of the car, wanting to find the other party to argue with her.

The two people who walked out of the carriage were two men and two women, both of them quite young. Penelope asked angrily: "I saw this parking space first, you guys can't be so unreasonable."

"Auntie, what do you mean? You saw it right first, but let's stop here. Who told you to be so unskilled?" A girl beside him raised her chin arrogantly as she mocked him.