###Chapter 645 Do Not Be Stingy With Your Love – Part 4

Jordan Astley and I went to the bedside and looked at the old man. Jordan Astley said, "Hello, Grandpa Gates. I'm Jordan Astley. I've come to see you now. I'm really busy. I hope you'll forgive me."

Father Gates smiled a little and was a little out of breath. The maid put an oxygen mask on him, and after breathing for a while, he took off the oxygen mask and said, "I'm glad you can come."

Jordan Astley chatted with Father Gates, mostly talking about the past, and after a while, the Don closed his eyes a little tired.

The housekeeper said, "Mr. Astley, your Lordship may be tired this time. Please go downstairs and have a rest. The family has prepared cakes for you. Please try it."

Jordan Astley nodded and pulled me downstairs.

Before the people downstairs left, a woman saw us coming down, greeted her, and said to the housekeeper, "Uncle Ann, how is my father? Is he feeling better? Did he say he wanted to see us?"

The housekeeper shook her head slightly and said regularly, "His Lordship is fine. Miss Meredith, I am very sorry. His Lordship didn't tell me he wanted to see any of you."

"Why doesn't my father want to see us? Why doesn't my father want to see us at this time?" The woman, who was called Miss Meredith, looked a little irritable, complained a few words, and then walked away again.

I glanced at the other people. Although I was surprised, I didn't ask any more questions.

The housekeeper took us to another lounge, told someone to bring in some cakes and drinks, and then left.

I looked at Jordan Astley and couldn't help saying, "After seeing Grandpa Gates, aren't we going back?"

"What's the hurry? Mr. Astley's work hasn't been done yet." The sound of a sudden intrusion made me stupefied for a moment and looked down at the past. It was Timothy Gates that I saw in the casino yesterday.

With the document in his hand and leaning against the door frame, he still looked like a loafer, with an indecent smile on the corners of his mouth, which always made people feel very frivolous.

Jordan Astley looked up at him, pursed his lips, and did not speak a single word.

Timothy Gates came in, put the papers in his hand on the table, looked at Jordan Astley, and said, "What Grandpa asked me to bring to you, everything is written very clearly. If you are worried about any mistakes, you can call a lawyer to look at it now and sign it after reading it."

I glanced at the document. It was a contract, a contract from the Las Vegas Chamber of Foreign Trade.

Jordan Astley just looked at it with a low eye, and then signed it without hesitation.

Timothy Gates raised his eyebrows and said, "You are straightforward!" After picking up the contract and looking at it, he looked at Jordan Astley and said, "Well, there's no problem. I'll ask Mr. Astley for a lot of advice in the future."

Jordan Astley nodded with a serious face. "Thank Grandpa Gates for me. I won't let him down."

Timothy Gates nodded and said, "Mr. Astley is doing so much business, is he going to do monopoly business in the future?"

Jordan pursed his lips, and he had no intention of opening his mouth.

Timothy Gates was going to say anything else, but suddenly the housekeeper ran over and said, "Little young master, his lordship is burying heaven."

This one came a little too suddenly. Timothy Gates was obviously stiff. Then he stuffed the document in his hand to the housekeeper and said, "Keep it!"

Then he took a few strides out of the lounge.

The housekeeper looked at us and said apologetically for a moment, "Mr. Astley, I'm really sorry, but his Lordship left a little suddenly. I'm afraid the Gates family doesn't have time to entertain you two. Please forgive me."

Jordan Astley nodded and said, "Let's go up and say goodbye to Grandpa Gates."

The housekeeper nodded.

In Mr. Gates's bedroom, on the polished floor, a group of people knelt by Don's bed, some crying, some silent, some with a deep face.

When Miss Meredith saw the housekeeper just now, no matter what, she grabbed the housekeeper and said, "Uncle Ann, has my father's will been written yet? Did my father say anything when he left? "

Her voice was so loud that it attracted the eyes of a group of people kneeling. Of course, it was also possible that the content of her words attracted the eyes of a group of people.

The housekeeper looked at the group and said slightly, "Before leaving, the master only said that if he had anything to do, he would let the young master preside over it. The will was written, and the lawyer would come and read it later."

"What?" Miss Meredith seemed dissatisfied. "Why did the father let a fledgling child preside over it? There are so many descendants of the Gates family, why does the father have to choose an illegitimate child to preside over the Gates family? Don't you think the Gates family has lost enough face?"

Miss Meredith's words, let the other kneeling let also cater to, everyone unanimously does not agree to let Timothy Gates preside over.

The housekeeper seemed to be used to such a scene and said calmly, "I know everyone thinks that the young master is not suitable to preside over the Gates family, but this is explained by the master himself. After he left, all the things of the Gates family were left to the young master. If anyone opposes or disagrees, he can leave the Gates family automatically, and it will no longer have anything to do with the Gates family. Since he is a member of the Gates family, all arrangements will be obeyed by the young master."

When he finished speaking, the people who had followed the opposition became silent. Timothy Gates, who was kneeling in front of the bed, was unwilling, but she still shut up, very reluctantly but staring at Timothy Gates, who was kneeling in front of the bed.

No sooner had it quieted down than the lawyer came.

When they saw the lawyer, everyone could not help looking forward to the lawyer, waiting for him to read out the will left by Father Gates.

The lawyer probably often came to the Gates family. After coming in and bowing to Mr. Gates, he took out the documents in his briefcase and said, "I'm sorry for your loss. My condolences. You can't come back from the dead. The Don has come to an end. He has arranged everything, and there are no regrets. I'll read you these wills left by Mr. Gates."