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

these, the horror

“Woosh!”

made a beeline before Sean, a courteous smile plastered

do I find the courage for me to ask you for an

misunderstanding,

was strung so tightly it dangled on the base of

was before Homer Larson, his pride did

where does his pride

clearly understood the focal point of the entire matter

don’t need us

cocked his eyebrows and

no, no, absolutely no

an unexplainable expression

not… Mr. Larson loan me some

of mockery flashed across his

“Sure.”

Homer nodded immediately.

no, Mr. Lennon, I’m afraid you’ve

is the

me, you can certainly ask this lady over

waved his hands and looked pointedly

“Ahh…”

felt like she was dreaming. She could not

kid to attend my school and

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

all the medical fees and trauma

do you think,

together as

you think,

in the wheelchair

“This, this…”

could

experienced

be

there will no longer

‘next time‘, I will gladly accept

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

hear, there he

card and handed

Sean.

Sean was quiet.