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 to

thought about all these, the

“Woosh!”

immediately made a beeline before Sean, a

where do I find the courage

a misunderstanding, just a

was strung so tightly it dangled

Larson, his pride

where does

also clearly understood the focal point of the entire matter

need us

his eyebrows and

no, no,

an unexplainable expression framed

Mr. Larson loan me some money

flashed across his

“Sure.”

Homer nodded immediately.

no, no, Mr.

about before is the

can certainly ask this

immediately waved his hands and looked

“Ahh…”

like she was dreaming. She could not even utter

Mr. Lennon, for your kid to attend my school and we’ve not

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

fees and trauma that might have occurred to your

do you

rubbed his hands together as he

you think,

in the wheelchair asked Leah

“This, this…”

so overwhelmed she could not even make a single

when had she experienced anything

I will be absorbing all expenses of your

no longer be

be a ‘next time‘, I will gladly accept death

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

to hear, there he would

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

Sean.

Sean was quiet.