The Guardian’s Sword by Talking Cigarette

The Guardian’s Sword By Talking Cigarette Chapter 97

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 exist right

thought about all these,

“Woosh!”

Sean, a courteous smile

I find the courage for me to ask

misunderstanding, just a pure

it dangled on the base of his

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

Luke, where does his

also clearly understood the focal point of the entire matter was Sean

need us to

eyebrows and

no, no,

unexplainable

Larson loan me some money

flashed across

“Sure.”

Homer nodded immediately.

no, no, Mr. Lennon, I’m afraid

the two million

believe me, you can certainly ask this lady

hands and

“Ahh…”

like she was dreaming. She

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

Mr. Lennon

all the medical fees and trauma that might have

do you

together as he asked

you think,

who was in the wheelchair asked

“This, this…”

was still so overwhelmed she could not even

had she experienced anything

will be absorbing

longer be any

there be a ‘next time‘, I will gladly

that had been in

there he would be telling it to

a bank card and handed it

Sean.

Sean was quiet.

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