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

Jack thought about all these,

“Woosh!”

beeline before Sean, a courteous smile plastered

Lennon, where do I find the courage for

misunderstanding, just a

heart was strung so tightly it dangled on the base

Homer Larson, his pride did

before Hayden Luke, where does his

focal point of the entire matter

need

eyebrows and asked

no, absolutely no

frowned, an unexplainable expression framed his

Larson loan me some money

of mockery flashed across his face as

“Sure.”

Homer nodded immediately.

Mr. Lennon,

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

believe me, you can certainly ask

hands

“Ahh…”

dreaming. She

attend my school and we’ve not

Jack Tomme have decided to apologize to Mr. Lennon personally and as a token of my apology, two

the medical fees and trauma that might

do you

rubbed his hands together as

you think,

who was in the wheelchair asked Leah

“This, this…”

so overwhelmed she could

had she experienced

be absorbing all expenses of your child’s education

will no longer be

time‘, I will gladly

that had been in the game for

Sean wanted to hear, there he would be

card and handed it

Sean.

Sean was quiet.