Super Sweetheart of the CEO Daddy novel 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 find 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.