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Chapter 2308

After hearing his subordinates' analysis and suggestions, the president decided to stop

going against Danrique and minimize his losses.

Immediately, he brought his men and went to the Lindberg residence to negotiate with

Danrique.

Danrique had just reapplied his medication and was wearing his clothes when his

subordinate rushed in. “Mr. Lindberg, the president is here!”

Danrique was not at all surprised as if everything was within his expectations. He did not

show any reaction and slowly buttoned his shirt.

Sean walked toward the window and glanced outside. “One car. He only brought three

men. I guess he's quite sincere.”

Logically, the president would fear death when meeting his arch-enemy, so he should

have brought a lot of men. However, he didn't do that as he knew it would be a sign of

provocation.

Only by coming alone to call for reconciliation would he seem sincere.

Danrique made no reply and sat down again to drink his medicine after wearing his

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clothes.

“Mr. Lindberg, you haven't eaten yet. You shouldn't eat your medicine on an empty

stomach. Eat the medicine after having something to eat,” Norah hurriedly said.

“Oh, right.” Danrique put down his medicine. “Prepare lunch, then.”

“Okay, I'll go now.”

As it was rare for Danrique to have an appetite, Norah was exuberant when she heard his

words and quickly dashed downstairs, ordering the servants in the kitchen to prepare

lunch.

Danrique sat on the sofa, sipping coffee. Sean, standing aside, asked softly, “The

president's car is at the door. Should I go and welcome him?”

Danrique should have been the one to welcome the president out of respect, but as he

was still angry, he couldn't possibly face the president with a pleasant attitude.

However, since they needed to negotiate, he couldn't just ignore the president.

Danrique replied, “Go.”

“Yes, Sir.” Sean hurriedly prepared to go to welcome the president when Danrique

suddenly added, “Wear a jacket.”

“Huh?” Sean asked, pausing for a moment, but he quickly understood Danrique's words.

Mr. Lindberg is going to keep the president waiting. I guess he will only meet the president

after he finishes lunch, so I probably have to wait with the president outside for one or two

hours.

“Thank you, Mr. Lindberg,” Sean replied with a wry smile before hurrying out.

However, he didn't wear a jacket as it would seem that he had already known Danrique

would be giving the president a hard time, which would make matters worse.

He decided not to wear one and would stay in the cold with the president. The latter would

feel better about it, and the negotiation might go smoother.

Indeed, Danrique spent two hours eating his lunch.

Snow fell heavily outside, and although the president had been waiting inside the warmth

of his car, he still shivered from the cold.

Sean fared worse as he stood outside, waiting by the door without a jacket. Although he

had the tenacity of a soldier and looked fine, his face was starting to lose its color.

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Two hours later, Mylo came out to inform them that Danrique was inviting them in.

By then, Sean's legs were already stiff, and gritting his teeth, he punched them to regain

feeling in his legs before walking forward with a smile to welcome the president.

The president was purple with rage, but the instant the car door opened, he plastered a

pleasant look on his face and even patted Sean's face concernedly after getting out of the

car.

As they entered the house, a surge of warmth flowed through their bodies.

Danrique's subordinates and maids greeted the president. Then, Sean led the president

and his men to the study room.

Danrique wore a white shirt and was sitting on the sofa, drinking coffee elegantly.

Although he still had a standoffish air about him, he smiled when he raised his head to

gaze at the president. “Mr. President, good evening!”

The president had arrived a little after three in the afternoon, but it was already evening

then.

“Good evening, Danrique.”

The president sounded as amicable as before. It was as if they had never gotten into a

dispute, and everything was just like how it was back then.

Smiling, Danrique gestured for him to sit, and the latter sat down on the sofa opposite.

Norah served them some desserts before leaving. Only Danrique, the president, and their

trusted aides remained in the room.

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