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

about all these, the horror in

“Woosh!”

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

courage for me to ask you

is all a misunderstanding, just a

heart was strung so tightly it dangled on the base of his

he was before Homer Larson, his pride did not allow him to back

Luke, where

understood the focal point of the entire matter was Sean

need

his eyebrows

no,

an unexplainable expression framed his

loan me some money

flashed across

“Sure.”

Homer nodded immediately.

Mr. Lennon, I’m

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

you don’t believe me, you can certainly ask this

his hands and

“Ahh…”

felt like she was dreaming. She could not

for your kid to attend my school and we’ve not been taking good care of her…

Mr. Lennon personally

the medical fees and trauma that might have

you think,

rubbed his hands together as he

you think,

the wheelchair asked

“This, this…”

still so overwhelmed she could not even

she experienced anything like

Lennon, Madam Light, from now onwards, I will be absorbing all expenses of

longer be any recurrence

there be a ‘next time‘, I

an experienced, veteran businessman that had been in

there he would be telling it to

a bank card and handed

Sean.

Sean was quiet.