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

Jack thought about all these,

“Woosh!”

immediately made a beeline before Sean, a

Lennon, where do I find the courage for me to ask

is all a misunderstanding, just a pure

heart was strung so tightly it dangled on the

he was before Homer Larson, his pride did

Hayden Luke, where does

point of the

need us

eyebrows

no, no, absolutely

an unexplainable

not… Mr. Larson loan me

across his

“Sure.”

Homer nodded immediately.

Mr.

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

believe me, you can

hands and looked pointedly at

“Ahh…”

like she was dreaming. She could not even utter

Lennon, for your kid to attend my school

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

medical fees and trauma that might have

you

rubbed his hands together as

you

who was in the wheelchair asked

“This, this…”

overwhelmed she could not even make a

had she experienced anything

now onwards, I will be absorbing

will no longer be

a ‘next time‘, I will gladly

businessman that had been in the game for decades,

to hear, there he would be telling it to

spoke, he took out a bank card and handed

Sean.

Sean was quiet.