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

Jack thought about all these,

“Woosh!”

made a beeline before Sean, a courteous

find the courage

a misunderstanding, just a

strung so tightly it

Homer Larson, his pride did not allow him to

where does his

the focal point of the entire matter was Sean

don’t need

eyebrows and

no,

unexplainable expression

Mr. Larson loan me some money

flashed across his face as he asked

“Sure.”

Homer nodded immediately.

no, no, no, Mr. Lennon, I’m

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

me, you can certainly ask

waved his hands and looked

“Ahh…”

was dreaming. She could

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

to apologize to Mr. Lennon personally and

and trauma that

do you

rubbed his hands together

do you

was in the wheelchair asked

“This, this…”

could not

when had she experienced anything

from now onwards, I will be absorbing all

guarantee that there will no longer be

a ‘next time‘, I will gladly accept

an experienced, veteran businessman that had been in the game

Sean wanted to hear, there he

Jack spoke, he took out a bank card and handed it over with

Sean.

Sean was quiet.