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 find someone to investigate you? "
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