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 nced outside. “One car. He only brought three men. | 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 bying alone to call for reconciliation would he seem sincere.


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


    wee him?”


    Danrique should have been the one to wee 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 wee 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. | guess he will only meet the president after he finishes lunch, so | probably have to wait with the president


    outside for one or two hours.N?velDrama.Org owns this.


    “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. Thetter 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.


    Two hourster, 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 wee the president.


    The president was purple with rage, but the instant the car door opened, he stered 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 thetter 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.