Chapter 2312
The president knew very well that his and Danrique''s feud would only incur a hefty loss for both sides if
it were to continue much longer.
Despite Danrique''s dissatisfaction, he would take it lying low for the sake of the bigger picture. What
goes aroundes around, after all. Having once made a threat to me, it is only fitting that Danrique
received one in return. Besides, I owe him a proper thank you for releasing my wife at such an
opportune moment and using Lincoln to kill her. It was a great help to me.
The smile on his face widened at the sight of Francesca''s anguish. Danrique is going to suffer soon
and will have his hands too full to deal with me.
The president maintained that it was more important to stabilize the situation first, so he could find
other ways to deal with Danriqueter.
After all, Danrique suffered a massive loss due to the incident. Even if I cannot subdue him now, there
will be another opportunity.
“Mr. Lindberg is here, Mr. President,” his subordinate whispered into his ear.
The president turned around and saw two vehicles arriving with frantic haste. As soon as the cars
ground to a halt, Danrique emerged and dashed toward Francesca, who was kneeling beside Lincoln''s
body, her body heaving with sobs.
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Anthony was also distressed.
Danrique went forward to help Francesca up, who came to life when the destion in her eyes was
suddenly reced by vengeance. She snatched the gun from Danrique''s hip and pointed it at the
president. “Go to h*ll!”
Though it was the firstdy who had caused La''s death, and everything looked as if she had
orchestrated it, Francesca knew that the president was the mastermind.
That includes having me pick up Mr. Lincoln tonight and for me to see him shot dead with my own
eyes. It has all been a ploy against Danrique.
“No, Ms. Felch!” Sean hastened forward to stop her.
At the same time, dozens of guns aimed at Francesca''s head, includingsers from sniper rifles in the
shadows.
They were at the backdoor of the presidential pce. Aside from the soldiers standing guard, several
hidden snipers armed with riflesy in wait and oversaw the president''s safety at all times.
Francesca did not care. She uncocked the gun.
Danrique grabbed the barrel and whispered, “Calm yourself!”
“Let go!” Consumed by rage, all Francesca wanted to do at that moment was to shoot the president,
and she did not care if it cost her her life.
“Francesca!” Danrique implored through gritted teeth. “Now''s not the time to be stubborn.”
“I''m telling you to let go,” Francesca yelled, “or I''ll shoot you too!”
Danrique did not speak. Instead, he only stared at her with a frown.
Their eyes met. Francesca''s were aze with a vengeance, whereas Danrique''s was filled with guilt
and a mix ofplicated emotions.
After our time apart, I can''t believe we''re reunited under such circumstances.
The president said sadly, “Oh, Danrique. There has been a serious misunderstanding on Francesca''s
part. You should tell her we have reconciled.”
His pretense was nothing short of nauseating.
Not just Danrique but even Sean wanted nothing more than to choke the life out of him.
However, all of them knew now was not the time.
“Reconciled?” Francesca gazed at Danrique in disbelief.
Danrique averted his gaze. He grabbed her hand and snatched the gun away, quick as lightning.
“Danrique!” Francesca shrieked, demented, but he rapped her sharply on a spot at the back of her
neck. Her vision went dark, and she fell limply into his arms.
Anthony rushed forward in a rage. “What are you doing? Let go of her!”
Danrique nced at him with such a cold look that thetter became so frightened that he froze in his
tracks.
Danrique lifted Francesca in his arms, then turned to address the president. “We''ll meet again, Mr.
President.”
We still have much time ahead. Just wait and see. This is war, and it''s only just begun.