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

thought about all these, the horror in

“Woosh!”

beeline before Sean, a courteous

I find the courage

all a misunderstanding, just

strung so tightly it dangled

his pride did

Luke, where

focal point of the entire matter

don’t need us to

his eyebrows

no, no, absolutely no

unexplainable expression framed his

Larson loan me some money

mockery flashed across his

“Sure.”

Homer nodded immediately.

Mr. Lennon, I’m

the two million

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

hands and

“Ahh…”

was dreaming. She could not even utter a

your kid to attend my school

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

compensation for all the medical fees and trauma that might have occurred to your

you think,

his hands together as

you think,

in the wheelchair

“This, this…”

so overwhelmed she could

had she experienced

now onwards, I will be absorbing

no longer be any recurrence of anything

time‘, I will

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

wanted to hear, there he would be telling it to

Jack spoke, he took out a bank card and

Sean.

Sean was quiet.