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

thought about all these, the

“Woosh!”

beeline before Sean, a courteous smile plastered

Lennon, where do I find the courage for me

is all a misunderstanding, just a

heart was strung so tightly it dangled on the

was before Homer Larson, his pride did not allow him to back down

Hayden Luke, where

point

don’t need

cocked his eyebrows

no, absolutely no

unexplainable expression

Larson loan

glimpse of mockery flashed across his

“Sure.”

Homer nodded immediately.

no, no, no, Mr.

two million dollars we talked about before is the two million

you can certainly

waved his hands and looked pointedly

“Ahh…”

she was dreaming. She could not even utter

to attend my school and we’ve not been taking

to Mr.

the medical fees and trauma

you

his hands together as he asked

do you think,

was in the wheelchair asked

“This, this…”

was still so overwhelmed she could

had she experienced

I will be absorbing all expenses

longer be any recurrence of anything like

a ‘next time‘, I will gladly accept death as

been in the game for decades, making him a well–versed

wanted to hear, there he would be telling it

spoke, he took out a bank card and

Sean.

Sean was quiet.