A Bumpy Road to Power

Chapter 555 555:

"If you hadn't had any meat for seven or eight days, you'd feel the same."

Dirk Carter said irritably.

As soon as he finished speaking.

There was a knock at the door.

Nora Hughes stood up to open the door and saw her father Miles Hughes in a wheelchair.

"Dad, what are you doing here?"

Nora asked.

Miles nodded slightly and wheeled himself in front of Dirk Carter.

After a pause, he said, "Young Carter, I've thought carefully about what you said earlier, and I've already criticized my son for his rudeness to you. I'm here to ask you a question."

"Mr. Hughes, please ask."

Dirk Carter wiped the grease from his mouth and said.

Miles smiled and asked, "What do you think of our Deborah?"

Dirk's heart skipped a beat when he heard the question, realizing something was up.

He nodded and said, "Deborah is quite nice."

"Just quite nice?"

Miles seemed unsatisfied with this answer.

Dirk thought for a moment and said, "Well, if I had a little sister like her, I'd be quite happy."

"Sister?"

Miles' face suddenly darkened.

Dirk nodded and said, "Yes, a sister."

Miles let out a long sigh and said, "I'm not going to beat around the bush. I see your current situation is difficult, facing dismissal and pending trial. This situation isn't irreversible. If you became the grandson-in-law of the Hughes Family, I think many problems would be easily solved."

"Dad..."

Nora exclaimed in surprise upon hearing this.

Miles ignored her and looked at Dirk, asking, "Having my granddaughter marry you wouldn't be a grievance, so what are your thoughts?"

Just as expected.

It was just as he had anticipated.

Seeing the calm and composed expression on Miles' face, Dirk knew that when he proposed this idea, he was confident and self-assured.

Indeed.

The Hughes Family isn't quite at the level of the Houseman Family.

But members of the Hughes Family are spread all over the country.

Whether in politics or business, they've made achievements, and once Dirk became a son-in-law, it would certainly be a step up for him.

For any man, especially one in the midst of political turmoil, this would be an irresistible temptation.

But Dirk wasn't the same.

He did have a good feeling towards Nevaeh, but as he said, it was more of a brotherly affection, and he wasn't prepared mentally to make her a lifetime partner.

That's not the point.

The point is Miles' tone.

It seemed like he was seeking a suitable match for his granddaughter, but the words carried an undertone of arrogance and condescension.

If this marriage happened,

Dirk would just become a pawn in the Hughes Family, and the positions wouldn't be equal.

"Mr. Hughes, I greatly appreciate your kindness, and I am grateful you think highly of me, but between Deborah and me, it's just pure friendship. I hope you understand my response."

Dirk said after a pause.

Miles' assured expression suddenly stiffened.

In disbelief, he looked at Dirk and asked, "You don't want to?"

Dirk initially wanted to answer tactfully.

But on second thought, this needed to be straightforward, so he nodded and said, "I, Dirk Carter, am indeed not suited for the Hughes Family, and I know it well. Besides, someone else is already in my heart..."

At this moment, neither Dirk nor Miles noticed.

When Nora heard this answer, a flash of disappointment crossed her face.

"Dirk, I advise you to think carefully. Many men dream of joining the Hughes Family. I only have this one granddaughter left, and if you join us, we'll certainly pour a lot of resources your way. This way, you wouldn't have to struggle in a small town, and vast opportunities await you."

"I know."

Dirk nodded and said, "But as for me, Dirk Carter, I'm like mud that can't be molded, messing around is fine, but stepping onto the big stage isn't in me. Just now, Miss Nora said I seemed like someone who hadn't eaten in ages."

These words were obviously just an excuse.

Miles could tell.

His face stiffened.

He said, "Dirk Carter, you're the first one I've personally proposed to. Have you considered the consequences of rejecting me?"

Dirk slowly stood up and asked, "Mr. Hughes, are you saying if I don't agree to this marriage, you won't let me leave the Hughes Family?"

Nora noticed.

At this moment.

Her father's fists were already clenched.

A man from the countryside, noticed by the Hughes Family, yet he refused. To someone like Miles, who was used to being on top, this was a huge insult.

She quickly squatted down beside him, held his hand, and said, "Dad, marriage isn't a trivial matter. I think we should give Dirk some time to think about it, right?"

"Alright, I'll give you time to consider. You can leave the Hughes Family now, but in three days, I want your formal answer. That's it."

After dropping these words, Miles turned his wheelchair and left.

Nora, for a moment, didn't know what to say, so she hurriedly chased after him.

In a secluded corner, Nora anxiously said, "Dad, by pushing Dirk out of our house now, isn't it like sending a sheep into a tiger's mouth? The Houseman Family is already stopping him at the airport. If Dirk ends up in their hands, he'll really suffer."

Miles gave Nora an exasperated look.

He said, "I want him to suffer a bit. You'll send him out now and leave him be. Let's see how he comes back begging to me after he realizes he can't win..."

When he said this, Miles was very confident.

Judging others by himself.

In his view, Dirk was just refusing on purpose, likely to negotiate with the Hughes Family.

By sending Dirk out and letting the Houseman Family trouble him, Dirk would surely retreat and eventually beg the Hughes Family.

It's not that Miles was dreaming.

That's just how they think.

...

"This is as far as I can take you."

Nora drove Dirk to a street on the city's outskirts.

Dirk nodded and said to Nora, "Thank you for speaking up for me. Without you, the old man probably would've blown up."

After saying this.

Just as he was about to open the car door.

Nora grabbed Dirk's hand and said worriedly, "You're still out on bail, technically you can't leave Rexton City. So, your ID can't be used for the airport, station, or hotels, otherwise, the police might think you're trying to flee and arrest you."

At this point.

She took out a hotel card.

She slipped it into Dirk's hand and said, "I have a long-term room at this hotel. If you have nowhere to stay, you can go there. If you really don't want to, I'll talk to Dad again and get him not to give you a hard time these days."

Dirk smiled, pushing the card back to her.

He said, "The old man must've told you not to help me. If I take this card, it adds trouble to you. It's alright; I'm thirty. Surely, I won't starve in the street?"

Saying this.

He decisively opened the car door and left.

Watching Dirk's figure gradually disappear.

Nora sighed.

At that moment, she wasn't sure if she should be sad or happy.

This was Dirk's first time in Argentum.

At this point, he wasn't sure where to go, but he became more firm in his previous decision.

Just like Nevaeh said, elite families are ruthless.

Within the family, no one feels the warmth of companionship; there's only interest.

The material needs might be met, but spiritually, it's a wasteland.

"Hello, are you Mr. Dirk Carter?"

He hadn't walked more than a hundred meters when suddenly, two men in black suits blocked Dirk's path.