A Bumpy Road to Power

Chapter 560 560

In a luxurious mansion deep within the bamboo forest.

Miles Hughes was dozing off while listening to the radio in his study.

Amidst the melodious opera, he gradually began to snore.

After all, he was over seventy, and his body was not what it used to be.

He had been relatively robust, but after hearing about Teresa Thorne's incident, Miles fainted on the spot, and when he woke up again, he could no longer stand steadily. After visiting the hospital, the doctor said there were signs of a stroke.

Among the second generation of the three major families in Argentum, Aurelius Hughes had the highest achievements.

But these achievements were not solely due to Aurelius's ability.

Rather, they were the result of Miles diverting all resources towards him.

The only family member considered somewhat intelligent was the third child, Yara Hughes.

Unfortunately, due to his preference for sons over daughters, Yara had fallen out with the family and rarely returned.

To be honest, among the second generation of the three major families, The Hughes Family's two sons are considered the most mediocre in terms of aptitude.

The Houseman Family, needless to say, had four sons, each a formidable character. The "family extinguishing" plan by Teresa Thorne was a testament to that.

Both the Donovan Family's sons held military positions.

Compared to the complexities of the officialdom, the military was much more stable, advancing steadily step by step.

Now that Miles's health was failing.

He was increasingly worried about the family's future direction.

This is why he decided to gamble everything on Dirk Carter.

"Knock, knock, knock."

A series of urgent knocks on the door suddenly sounded.

They startled Miles from his nap.

He opened his eyes and somewhat irritably said, "Come in."

The door creaked open.

The second child, Grant Hughes, hurried in, saying, "Dad, Dirk Carter is missing."

Originally a bit drowsy, Miles suddenly widened his eyes in shock and said, "What did you say? Missing?"

"Not exactly missing. I checked, and Dirk Carter was taken away by Yvonne Donovan from the Donovan Family and there's no news since."

Grant explained.

"Yvonne Donovan?"

Miles muttered.

He suddenly sat up, saying, "Not good, the Donovan Family wants to win over Dirk as well. Why didn't I think of this?"

"Dad, what should we do now?"

Grant asked.

It was clear that there was a look of anxiety on Miles's face.

Having been in the officialdom for many years, he could tell that Dirk Carter was talented. The reason he drove him out was merely to discipline him.

Now it seemed he had lost both the lady and the soldier.

At this point, he couldn't help but lower his head.

Miles sighed and said, "Prepare the car, let's go to the Donovan Family to bring him back."

"Dad, we were the ones who chased him out, and now we're hurrying to bring him back. What about our Hughes Family's dignity?"

Grant said unhappily.

Miles gave him a look and said, "Dignity is a small issue. Losing him is a big issue. If I had known, I wouldn't have let him leave…"

Around ten in the morning.

Inside a villa within a military district compound.

An elderly man in traditional attire was feeding chickens in the yard.

You heard right, he was indeed feeding chickens.

In the large yard, there was a chicken coop, with a few hens raised inside.

The old man looked vigorous, holding a bowl and scattering feed into the coop.

At this time, a middle-aged man hurried over.

He too appeared quite robust, with a sturdy build, a square face, exuding a military aura.

"Dad."

The middle-aged man called out.

The old man turned back and asked, "Has your sister not returned yet?"

The middle-aged man was taken aback and said, "I don't know where she wandered off to this time. Her phone can't be reached. Dad, I wasn't here to talk about this. The compound's guardroom called saying there are guests."

"Guests? I won't see them! It's finally a weekend, and I'm not in the mood to deal with anyone."

The old man waved it off.

This person was none other than Campbell Donovan, the Family Head of the Donovan Family.

And the middle-aged man beside him was his eldest son, Andre Donovan.

"Dad, the guests are Mr. Hughes and his second son, Grant Hughes."

Andre whispered.

Campbell's hands froze for a moment. He turned and looked at Andre, asking, "Are you sure?"

"Yes! At first, I was also quite shocked, but I confirmed it was them!"

Andre said.

Campbell muttered, "Ever since his eldest grandson died, our families have cut off contact. That old man was the one who destroyed your brother's engagement with their third, Yara. It's been so many years, why are they suddenly visiting?"

"Dad, I heard…"

After finishing, Andre whispered something in Campbell's ear.

Campbell was stunned.

He asked, "Are you certain?"

"Currently, the small circle in Argentum is abuzz with the news of Teresa Thorne's death. However, The Hughes Family hasn't held a funeral. I also inquired with the Rexton City military sub-district, and it is mostly confirmed to be true."

Andre said.

Campbell's face broke into a smile.

He said, "Interesting. It seems that old guy is here to seek help. Notify the guardroom to let them in."

With that.

Campbell put down the bowl.

And walked into the living room.

A few minutes later.

Grant pushed a wheelchair into the Donovan Family's villa's hall.

Upon seeing Miles.

Campbell was initially stunned but quickly stood up and, with a concerned look, asked, "Old friend, what happened to you? Why are you in a wheelchair?"

"Are you disappointed to see I'm still alive?"

Miles asked with a darkened expression.

Campbell dismissively said, "What kind of talk is that? We were once in-laws, having arranged that childhood engagement. How could I wish death upon you?"

"Campbell, let's not waste words. Hand over the person, and I won't hold this against you."

Miles said seriously.

Campbell was taken aback.

He frowned and asked, "Person? What person? Who do you want me to hand over?"

"Stop playing dumb. I don't want to argue with you, Dirk Carter is my chosen grandson-in-law. Don't try to take him. I know what you're up to; you want revenge for me breaking off the engagement between your son and Yara. Whatever your demands, tell me, but Dirk must be mine."

Miles said coldly.

Campbell had never even heard of Dirk Carter.

But he was a shrewd old fox.

Hearing Miles speak so assertively, he knew something was up.

Pausing, he feigned seriousness, "Old Hughes, I don't understand what you're saying. If you're here to visit, I welcome you, but if you're here to cause trouble, I won't stand for it. Although the Donovan Family's power isn't as great as The Hughes Family, The Hughes Family shouldn't bully us. I, Campbell Donovan, am not to be trifled with."

To Miles.

Campbell's words meant he didn't want to hand over the person.

He said, "Old fox, stop acting. I've checked it all. Dirk Carter left with your daughter, Yvonne Donovan, in a car. Do you still find it funny to feign ignorance?"

Yvonne?

Upon hearing this.

Campbell's heart skipped a beat.

He indeed didn't know about this matter.

But the more urgent Miles's demand became, the more satisfied Campbell felt.

After all, everyone was holding onto their grievances.

He chuckled coldly and said, "Old fool, it seems you're getting more confused. You say he's your grandson-in-law, yet he got into my daughter's car? I don't understand young people, but if he likes my daughter, you can't interfere, can you?"

"From what you're saying, you're clearly trying to take him?"

Miles asked through gritted teeth.

Campbell coldly said, "And what if I am? Let's see which family has more capabilities. I didn't point a gun at his head to make him disappear with my daughter overnight…"

The phrase "disappear overnight" was emphasized.

Intentionally said for Miles to hear.

Hearing this, Miles was filled with rage.

This appearance made Campbell inwardly delighted.