The Guardian’s Sword by Talking Cigarette

Chapter 97

Done for, he’s completely done for this time around!

When Homer Larson showed up, Mr. Lowe thought that he was beaten in his own game.

However, when Hayden Luke showed up personally just for Sean Lennon, it was only then he understood that this game that he was beaten at was a whole different ball game in itself.

For Mr. Lowe to be brought and beaten in a totally different game, his loss was clearly a brutal scene.

As for Jack Tomme, all the arrogance and so–called pride he had prior to this had completely disappeared.

The only thing that was left in his heart, was overwhelming horror.

“This, this…”

Jack’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he tried to say something with nothing coming

out.

“Leah, what was it that they said they wanted?”

Sean Lennon turned to Leah Light and asked faintly.

“They wanted… Two million dollars of medical compensation fees, and for us to… Give them a public apology…”

Leah bit her lip as she answered truthfully.

“Mmm.”

Sean nodded affirmatively. His hands crossed on his lap as he said nothing else.

At that very moment, Homer and Hayden frowned as they looked over to Jack.

Did they want Sean to apologize to them publicly?

Does this Jack Tomme think he’s done with living?!

When Jack saw the look in both their eyes, there was a ringing that started in his head.

Larson Pharmaceuticals‘ business oppression together with Hayden Luke’s influence in the political world…

If they were to join forces…

”

Spark

Ltd. would cease

all these, the horror in

“Woosh!”

beeline before Sean, a courteous smile plastered on

courage

all a misunderstanding, just a

heart was strung so tightly it dangled

Larson, his pride did not allow him to back

Hayden Luke, where

understood the focal point of

need

cocked his eyebrows

no, no, absolutely no

frowned, an unexplainable expression framed his

Mr. Larson loan me some money

glimpse of mockery flashed across his face

“Sure.”

Homer nodded immediately.

no, Mr.

before is the

you don’t believe me, you can certainly

his hands and looked pointedly at

“Ahh…”

was dreaming. She could not even utter

Lennon, for your kid to attend my school and we’ve not been taking good

Mr. Lennon personally and as a

is compensation for all the medical fees and trauma that might have occurred to

do you think,

together

you think,

the wheelchair

“This, this…”

could not even make a

when had she experienced anything

Madam Light, from now onwards, I will be absorbing

that there will no longer be any recurrence of anything like

time‘, I will gladly accept

ultimately an experienced, veteran businessman that had been in the game for decades, making

he would be telling it to

card and handed it over with both hands

Sean.

Sean was quiet.