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

Jack thought about all these, the horror in

“Woosh!”

a beeline before Sean, a courteous smile plastered

where do I find the courage for me

is all a misunderstanding, just a

so tightly it dangled on the base of

Homer Larson, his pride did not

before Hayden Luke, where

understood the focal point of the entire matter was Sean

don’t need us to

cocked his eyebrows and

no,

an unexplainable expression framed his

Mr. Larson loan me some

mockery flashed across his

“Sure.”

Homer nodded immediately.

no, no, Mr. Lennon,

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

don’t believe me, you can certainly ask this lady

hands and looked pointedly at

“Ahh…”

She could not even

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

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

and trauma that might have occurred to

you think,

rubbed his hands together as he

you

was in the wheelchair asked Leah

“This, this…”

could not even

when had she experienced anything like this

Light, from now onwards, I will be absorbing all expenses

that there will no longer be any recurrence of anything like

be a ‘next time‘, I

veteran businessman that had been in the game for decades,

hear, there he

out a bank card and handed it over

Sean.

Sean was quiet.