"Well... Then let's make another appointment later... OK..."

After hanging up the phone, the man leaned on the office chair and thought for a while before he raised his head and looked at the middle-aged man who had been waiting on the sofa for a long time.

"I'm in a bad mood now, so, do you think you can accept it? How do I ask you to get out?"

After hearing his words, the middle-aged man was not angry, and the middle-aged man, who was full of Italian characteristics, always maintained a meticulous smile on his face.

"Mr. Han, I've been waiting for so long, at least you should listen to what I'm going to say first?"

"I have done what you have asked, I don't understand that I will see your face... Greyson."

The man stood up, put on his suit, walked to the discussion area, and sat down opposite the middle-aged man.

"Although you did sell most of the shares you hold as agreed, we found that your secretary, or should he be a female partner? That Miss Zoe has been secretly buying the shares you sold."

"That's all that means you are incompetent."

The man picked up the decanter on the table and poured himself a glass of wine. He shook the glass and faced the middle-aged man's gaze with a calm face. His tone was completely different from when he was talking on the phone, and he was cold and slightly mean.

"I think Mr. Han, you should not forget the conditions we asked you to quit your citizenship. We want LJ to hold all the shares in the United States. I repeat it, it is all!"

"I think you don't remember the agreement I made with you. I have sold all the shares, but your people are just too slow to start."

The man raised his wine glass and pointed it at the light above his head. The faint light reflected on his cheeks. His dark eyes were like a lake that was not rippling under the night.

"As far as I know, Zoe only got a very small portion of the shares."

"Yes! The part she got is indeed not very eye-catching compared to the total share, but she just grabs all the most valuable ones!"

The smile on the middle-aged man's face finally disappeared. He bent down and stared at the careless man with oppressiveness, whispering: "So, Mr. Han, Mr. Han. You were once the best entrepreneurs in our country. Don't lose face before leaving!"

The man glanced at him, put down the glass of red wine that he had not drunk and said casually: "The word entrepreneur is so glamorous. I am a pure businessman, a businessman who uses any means to achieve his goal..."

He stood up again, and, in the middle-aged man's attention, walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window overlooking the entire New York City. He looked at the most prosperous city in the world below, without any nostalgia in his eyes, only a trace of calm and relief.

"So now, no matter whether you have to negotiate with me, cooperate or deal, I hope you will at least recognize one thing. In this business, what you want is not important at all, what I want is what I want."

As he said that, he looked back at the middle-aged man with a ugly face and said softly: "The business has been completed. I have given what you want. Now it's time for you to give me what you want. Don't make any excuses for me. Then you will be more embarrassed."

The middle-aged man frowned and thoughtful, and soon stood up without saying a word and walked towards the office door.

It was not until he reached out to grab the handle of the door that the middle-aged face had a strong complex look on his face. He said without looking back: "I wish you a good journey... The Lion Heart."

The man quietly looked at the middle-aged man's back as he walked out, and his lips curled up inexplicably.

He turned around and continued to look at the city under his feet, murmured: "Of course it will go well. After I leave, the name The Lion  Heart will completely disappear..."

Suddenly, the sound of opening the door came from behind.

The man didn't look back, and after looking at the scenery quietly for a while, he asked, "Robin, at this time, do you still want to stop me?"

The white young man changed his usual joyful appearance and stood quietly behind him in formal attire. After a moment of silence, he said, "Woo, do you still remember the first quarrel we had over this incident?"

The man chuckled and turned to look at him, "Of course I remember. Zoe was going to make a fuss at that time. She kept reminding me that she said I was the Lionheart King of Wall Street..."

"But you think this title has no meaning at all, right?"

Before he could speak, the white young man tacitly interrupted him.

The man curled up the corner of his mouth again, walked over and picked up the decanter and poured the second glass of wine. While handing the wine to the white young man, he drank the glass of wine he had just poured. Maybe he had been awake for too long and the taste in his mouth was a little astringent.

"You and Zoe know me well, but you are actually more stubborn than Zoe. After she made a fuss, she knew that she could not stop me from changing her mind, so she immediately sold all the assets under her name and bought the shares sold by LJ as soon as possible. And you, I'm afraid you've always thought I would change my mind at the last moment, right?"

The white young man looked down at the glass of wine in his hand and whispered: "There is no room for maneuver?"

"You just asked me if I remember the quarrel between us, so do you remember the words you said to me when you first joined the company?"

The white young man looked up and looked at him steadily.

A few seconds later, he suddenly pursed his lips, took a step back, bent down, and said very seriously: "If it were you, I only need to hear the decision you made. Your wish is my decision..."

"So," the man patted his shoulder, helped him up, looking at him with a smile, "Can't you trust me now like you did?"

The white young man shook his head, "I just think your approach this time is not like you. Even if you really want to go back to Korea, I believe you will definitely have a better way to deal with it."

"Of course I have a way."

The man shook his wine glass and said something that made the white young man stunned: "But I can't wait anymore. I want to go back as soon as possible. I miss them very much, I miss her very much, I miss her very much, I miss her very much..."

The white young man seemed to finally understand something.

He lowered his head, and after a long time he let out helplessly, raised his face and said solemnly to the man: "I still say the same thing, 'Your will is my decision'."

Now, the two of them finally looked at each other and laughed.

"I helped you hide it from Zoe. She didn't know you were leaving yet. You should go back to that place today, right? What time did you book for the plane?"

"I'll have to go there later..."

"Ding--"

The man was about to answer when a landline on his desk suddenly rang.

"Boss, Principal Catharine called you."
Chapter completed!