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

would cease to exist right

all these, the horror in

“Woosh!”

made a beeline before Sean, a courteous smile plastered on his

do I find the courage for me to ask

misunderstanding, just

was strung so tightly it dangled

he was before Homer Larson, his pride did

Luke, where does his pride

focal point of the entire matter was Sean

don’t need us

cocked his eyebrows and

no, absolutely

unexplainable expression framed

not… Mr. Larson loan me some

mockery flashed across

“Sure.”

Homer nodded immediately.

no, Mr.

two million dollars we talked about before is the two million that WE are gonna

can certainly ask

his hands and

“Ahh…”

like she was dreaming. She could not even utter a single

my school and we’ve not been taking good

our bad, so I, Jack Tomme have decided to apologize to Mr. Lennon personally and as a token of

medical fees and trauma

you think,

rubbed his hands together as he asked

you

the wheelchair asked Leah

“This, this…”

was still so overwhelmed she could not even make

had she experienced anything like

will be absorbing all

guarantee that there will no longer be any recurrence of anything like

be a ‘next time‘, I will gladly

businessman that had been

he would be telling it to

spoke, he took out a bank card and handed it over with

Sean.

Sean was quiet.