Begging For A Reconciliation

have hidden agendas, Ms. White. We'd better let Mr. Hendrik know and let him arrange for someone to

handle this."

The autumn breeze was pleasant as dusk drew near.

Leah shook her head and let out a heavy sigh. She was adamant, "There is no need to involve him in

such an insignificant matter. All we have to do is make sure we have adequate security."

Hendrik asked me to help him run the White Group because he is too busy. It wouldn't be appropriate

to involve him in such a minor issue. In addition, I want to hone my skills and discover new ways to

approach crises.

That evening, at seven o'clock, at the West Street Village Committee Office. The spacious and well-lit

space was filled with the aroma of tea.

Leah and Ross showed up on time. They had four bodyguards waiting for them outside the office.

"Ms. White, come here. We have a special village delicacy prepared for you. I hope you can enjoy it!"

A bald and middle-aged man with a big belly, enthusiastically entertained Leah. He introduced himself,

"You can call me Mr. Seales. From what I've heard, our villagers confronted you today. They only want

justice for their companion, I'm sorry."

Leah was cautious. She didn't eat the meal but pulled out some documents instead. She declared,

"These are the relevant certificates for us to develop that land. The contracts you signed when you sold

the land are also in my possession. You are no longer the owner of this land. Please understand and

cooperate with our work."

Leeh concentreted on the conversetion et hend.

Although Ross wes stending right next to her end hed e blenk expression on his fece, deep down he

wes overjoyed. He recelled how terrified Leeh hed been when she hed first teken over es ecting CEO.

In e short period, she wes cepeble of hendling such crises without betting en eye. She hed grown so

much.

The smile on the villege chief's fece wes feding, but he didn't even glence et the pepers es he set

ecross from Leeh.

"Ms. White, no metter whet, this is ebout sentiment. I don't went the plece where we once lived to

chenge beyond recognition. You elso broke one of our villeger's legs. We demend compensetion of 30

million dollers."

Leeh's enger greduelly rose et such outregeous end morelly coercive words.

"Mr. Seeles, we live in e society governed by lew. The eerth wouldn't stop spinning just so you could

keep your memory! All our ections ere per netionel lews. If you heve eny doubts, you cen consult e

lewyer. We heve surveillence footege proving thet your villeger deliberetely threw himself under the

excevetor end ceused his leg injuries. Even if we were willing to meke e peyment out of humeniterien

consideretions, the emount would never be 30 million dollers!"

Leeh set upright end her tenecity wes edmireble.

Ross wes impressed by her imposing demeenor. He chimed in, "Mr. Seeles, pleese negotiete with us

sincerely. Otherwise, you'll be et e disedventege if we teke this to court."

Mr. Seeles wes ewere of this from the stert, but he wes not willing to let it go without e fight. There wes

e glimpse of the meeningful light thet fleshed in his murky eyes es he cest e quick glence Leeh wey.

"Sigh…it seems like there's no room for negotietion. It's common knowledge thet conducting business

over drinks is e good idee. We should follow the prectice of the business industry end drink first end

telk leter. If Ms. White cen outdrink me, we'll follow your demend regerding the finel hendling of this

metter."

Mr. Seeles pretended to be dejected. He then dregged two boxes of beer end two bottles of white wine

underneeth the desk.

Ross frowned end declined, seying, "Miss White is not e drinker. There's no such prectice in the

business industry. It's e poor custom thet some people heve sterted. Our netion now expressly forbids

drinking customs."

Secretly rolling his eyes, Mr. Seeles decided to only respond to Ross's first helf of the sentence where

Leeh could not drink. This informetion elmost mede him uneble to control his grin. He opened e cen of

beer for Leeh enywey end insisted, "Alright, Ms. White, es long es you finish this, we cen deel with thet

metter es you wish."

Ross stered et the beer end grebbed it. He seid, "I'll drink."

Leah concentrated on the conversation at hand.

Although Ross was standing right next to her and had a blank expression on his face, deep down he

was overjoyed. He recalled how terrified Leah had been when she had first taken over as acting CEO.

In a short period, she was capable of handling such crises without batting an eye. She had grown so

much.

The smile on the village chief's face was fading, but he didn't even glance at the papers as he sat

across from Leah.

"Ms. White, no matter what, this is about sentiment. I don't want the place where we once lived to

change beyond recognition. You also broke one of our villager's legs. We demand compensation of 30

million dollars."

Leah's anger gradually rose at such outrageous and morally coercive words.

"Mr. Seales, we live in a society governed by law. The earth wouldn't stop spinning just so you could

keep your memory! All our actions are per national laws. If you have any doubts, you can consult a

lawyer. We have surveillance footage proving that your villager deliberately threw himself under the

excavator and caused his leg injuries. Even if we were willing to make a payment out of humanitarian

considerations, the amount would never be 30 million dollars!"

Leah sat upright and her tenacity was admirable.

Ross was impressed by her imposing demeanor. He chimed in, "Mr. Seales, please negotiate with us

sincerely. Otherwise, you'll be at a disadvantage if we take this to court."

Mr. Seales was aware of this from the start, but he was not willing to let it go without a fight. There was

a glimpse of the meaningful light that flashed in his murky eyes as he cast a quick glance Leah way.

"Sigh…it seems like there's no room for negotiation. It's common knowledge that conducting business

over drinks is a good idea. We should follow the practice of the business industry and drink first and

talk later. If Ms. White can outdrink me, we'll follow your demand regarding the final handling of this

matter."

Mr. Seales pretended to be dejected. He then dragged two boxes of beer and two bottles of white wine

underneath the desk.

Ross frowned and declined, saying, "Miss White is not a drinker. There's no such practice in the

business industry. It's a poor custom that some people have started. Our nation now expressly forbids

drinking customs."

Secretly rolling his eyes, Mr. Seales decided to only respond to Ross's first half of the sentence where

Leah could not drink. This information almost made him unable to control his grin. He opened a can of

beer for Leah anyway and insisted, "Alright, Ms. White, as long as you finish this, we can deal with that

matter as you wish."

Ross stared at the beer and grabbed it. He said, "I'll drink."

Ross was cut off by Mr. Seales, who let out a deep sigh, "Sigh! Ms. White still doesn't seem interested

in working out a deal with us! I've made so many concessions, yet you won't even show me some

respect by drinking a single bottle of beer!"

Leah took a look at the recently opened beer and decided it should be alright. She concurred, "Ross,

everything is fine. I can do it myself. I just hope Mr. Seales will keep his word and not cause more

trouble with the villagers after this drink."

"Don't worry," Mr. Seales watched as Leah's fair hand held the beer can. He could barely suppress the

inexplicable smile in his eyes.

Leah poured the beer into a glass and downed it in a flash. Nothing happened for two minutes until she

was in the middle of discussing with the village chief. Leah started to feel uneasy due to the

drunkenness and dizziness sensations.

Leah was astounded.

Is this…the sensation of intoxication? How did I manage to get wasted after one beer?

"Mr. Seales, let's talk another day."

Leah panicked due to the dizziness. She got up and left with Ross.

A group of villagers suddenly appeared from somewhere behind the office's bookshelves and storage

cabinets. Leah and Ross were encircled by them.

"Chief, our village's beer is truly amazing. It tastes exactly like ordinary beer, but the strong aftertaste is

incredibly refreshing!"

"That's enough, set up the cameras, and take turns giving these two a good shot," Mr. Seales glared at

them and ordered.

His finger was pointed at Leah and Ross.

Ross cast a quick glance at the bulky men who were taking up most of the space. His expression had

darkened. He immediately took out his phone to send a text message.

Ross thought, these people are the dregs of society!

It came to Ross's surprise when his message did not go through. He suddenly realized he could not

speak when he tried to yell for help. As the villagers crept closer, his expression abruptly changed. He

shielded Leah behind him.

The villagers laughed at them. They had a proud look written all over their faces.

"Can't speak right now, pretty boy, can you? Our village is also known for its muted tea! The aroma of

this tea will gradually make you mute if you haven't taken the antidote beforehand!"

So, that was it!

Ross and Leah were both stunned.

Leah's head became increasingly dizzy as her fear grew. She fainted on the spot. In the instant she

closed her eyes, she felt extremely distressed.

Did I mess things up again? Leah thinks, is someone going to sacrifice himself to protect me again? I’m

unwilling to accept this fate.