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 exist

all these, the horror in

“Woosh!”

beeline before Sean, a courteous smile plastered on

the courage for me to ask you for an

is all a misunderstanding, just a pure

so tightly it dangled on the base

was before Homer Larson, his pride did not allow him

Luke, where does his

clearly understood the focal point of the entire

need us

cocked his eyebrows and asked

no, no, absolutely no

frowned, an unexplainable expression framed his

loan me some money

of mockery flashed across his face as

“Sure.”

Homer nodded immediately.

no, no, no, Mr. Lennon, I’m

is the two million that

believe me, you can certainly ask this lady

hands and

“Ahh…”

like she was dreaming. She could not

my school and we’ve not been

our bad, so I, Jack Tomme have decided to apologize to Mr. Lennon

and trauma

you think,

his hands together as

do you

was in the wheelchair asked Leah

“This, this…”

she could not even

when had she experienced anything like this

be absorbing all expenses of your child’s education

will no longer be any recurrence

‘next time‘, I will gladly accept death

veteran businessman that had been

wanted to hear, there he would be telling it

bank card and handed it over with both

Sean.

Sean was quiet.