"Auntie Norah makes good tea." Daemon greeted simply.
The president sipped the hot tea, feeling much warmer, and began to corner the
president about what had happened in the meantime.
First, he stated the facts, then found the causes, then analyzed them, and finally
reviewed and apologied and repented.
The whole formulaic meeting process was like a public-to-public negotiation.
But when he stated the facts, he put all the blame on his wife, just like the news said, all
the bad things were done by his wife and he didn't know anything.
The final review apology confession was all about how he was negligent with his family
and that's why he made the big mistake today.
When he got to the emotional part, he even burst into tears and swallowed more than
once.
After hearing this, Daemon's lips curved up in a mocking manner.
It was enough to act in front of the media, but now that the two of them were face to
face, he still had to act, why was this necessary?
But Daemon didn't want to tear him down, so he let him go on acting.
Forty minutes later, the President finally finished, picked up his teacup and took a sip of
tea, then apprehensively waited for Daemon's response.
With his eyes downcast, Daemon continued to sip his tea without saying a word.
After waiting for several minutes, Daemon still hadn't spoken, the President, who was
seven up and down, took the initiative to speak, "Daemon, that Uncle Lincoln, do you
think it should be sent to your side, or to Derila's side?"
This was a clever remark; even if Daemon was not high and mighty, he would respond
to the question positively, then the deadlock could be broken.
"Send him to me." As expected, Daemon spoke up.
"Okay, I'll have someone do it right away." The president made a gesture to his men,
who immediately went to call and make arrangements.
In response, Daemon did not make any comments, and still continued to sip his tea.
"Daemon ……" The president couldn't help but say, "I know this matter has caused
very bad consequences, what complaints you have, what grievances you have, you
raise them, I will make amends and solve them properly."
"If no one is killed, everything is fine to talk about." Daemon interrupted him and raised
his eyes to look at him, "If there is a human life, how will you solve it? You can bring
people back to life?"
His tone was light, as if it was calm, yet it had a sharp edge to it.
"Yes, yes, yes." The president nodded repeatedly, "This matter is my negligence, I did
not control the madam, and let her do wrong behind the scenes, even causing that aunt
of Derila and several of your men to sacrifice, this is my fault. Like this, how do you
think I should handle this matter better? I do all as I am told."
"What Mr. President means is that all of this is the personal work of Madam and has
nothing to do with you?" Daemon positively questioned.
"Of course." The President was very firm, "I have just explained very clearly, this matter,
I did not know about it at all, I only learned about it afterwards when I watched the
news."
"If all these crimes were committed by Madam alone, then she is a death sentence."
Daemon said slowly, "Have you thought it through?"
"The Son of Heaven commits the same crime as the common people, even if she is my
wife, she must be dealt with impartially." The president spoke with righteousness.
"Hm." Daemon curled his lips into a smile, "You are a good and upright president!"
The words carried a clear irony, and the president was about to speak when two familiar
figures walked out from behind a tall bookcase, and he couldn't help but freeze.
His wife and daughter, who had been standing behind the bookcase, heard all of what
he was saying clearly.
At this moment, the president's wife was looking at the president with an extremely
strange gaze, as if this man who had lived for decades was a complete stranger.
"Daddy, how can you do this to mommy, to us?" Marianne roared in agitation and even tried
to lunge over to have a Bobary with her father, but was stopped by the entourage around
the president.
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