After hearing several people's analysis and persuasion, the President finally decided to
hang back and stop his losses in time.
He immediately took his men and personally went to the Lierger family to find
Daemon for negotiations.
Daemon had just changed his medicine and was putting on his clothes when his
attendant hurriedly came to report, "Sir, the President is here!"
Daemon was not half surprised, as if everything was expected, not only did he not react
in any way, but he was also slowly tying the buttons of his shirt.
Harrison walked to the window to check: "A car with only three people, quite sincere."
As a rule, at this time, the two belonged to a deadly rivalry, and the president, greedy for
life and death, should have brought a large number of people over, but he didn't,
because he knew that would be tantamount to provocation.
Only by coming over single-handedly to seek peace would he be considered to have
shown real sincerity.
Without speaking, Daemon dressed and sat down to drink his medicine again.
Norah hurriedly advised, "Sir, you haven't eaten yet, you can't take the medicine on an
empty stomach, you have to eat your meal before you take the medicine."
"Oh, right." Daemon put down the medicine again, "Then prepare lunch."
Norah: "Fine, fine, I'm on my way."
Norah was particularly happy to see that Daemon had an appetite, and ran all the way
downstairs, yelling to greet the kitchen and prepare lunch.
As Daemon sat on the sofa drinking tea, Harrison asked in a whisper next to him, "The
president's car is already at the door, shall I go out to greet it?"
According to previous etiquette, it should have been Daemon himself, but now he was
gambling with a sigh of anger in his heart and could not possibly have any good
attitude.
But now that he was negotiating, he couldn't just ignore it.
So Daemon responded, "Go ahead."
"Yes." Harrison hastily led the way and prepared to go out to greet them, at which point,
Daemon added, "Add a coat."
"Er ……" Harrison froze for a moment, then quickly understood what he meant, Sir was
deliberately trying to hang the President out to dry, probably wanting to wait for him to
finish his meal before meeting anyone.
So Harrison would probably, maybe, probably have to wait outside with the President for an
hour or two.
"Thank you, sir."
With a bitter smile, Harrison hurriedly left, but he didn't add his jacket, because it would
appear that he already knew that Sir would make things difficult for the President, and
the problem would be serious.
Therefore, he simply did not wear it and accompanied the president to suffer from the
cold, the president would probably feel better in his heart and the negotiations would go
smoothly.
Sure enough, Daemon ate this meal for two hours.
Outside, it was snowing heavily and the President was sitting in the car waiting.
Although he had the car heater, he was still shivering from the cold.
Harrison was even worse, standing at the door without a jacket, waiting, and although he
had the rigidity of a soldier and looked unproblematic, his face was already starting to
turn blue.
Two hours later, a bodyguard came out and said that the gentleman had invited them in.
Harrison's legs were numb, and he gritted his teeth and pounded them a few times to force
his legs to recover, then went up to the president with a smile on his face to invite him
in.
The president was already in the car, but when the door opened, he still had a kind face
and patted Harrison's shoulder with concern as he got out.
When they walked into the house, a wave of warmth came over them, and everyone felt
doubly warm.
The family's entourage and maids greeted the President as before, and then Harrison led
the President and his entourage to the study.
Daemon sat on the sofa sipping tea, dressed in Whyte, with an elegant air, his eyebrows
still had the same coolness as before, but when he raised his eyes to look at the
President, he still hooked his lips: "Mr. President, good evening!"
Yes, it was supposed to be after three in the afternoon, and now it was already
consuming into the evening.
"Good evening, Daemon."
The president's tone was also as cordial as ever, as if they had never had a fight and
everything was still the same as before.
The president's tone was as cordial as ever, as if they had never had a fight, and
everything was as it had always been.
The president sat down on the sofa opposite him, and Norah brought exquisite
refreshments, then withdrew, leaving only Daemon and the president in the room,
along with two of their respective inner circle.
chapter 2309
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