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

cease to exist

thought about all these,

“Woosh!”

before Sean, a courteous smile plastered on his

the courage

misunderstanding, just a pure

tightly it dangled on the base

pride did not allow him to back

Luke, where does his

clearly understood the focal point

need us to

eyebrows and asked

no, no,

frowned, an unexplainable

not… Mr. Larson loan me some money

mockery flashed across his face as he asked

“Sure.”

Homer nodded immediately.

no, Mr. Lennon, I’m afraid

before is the two million that WE

you don’t believe me, you can

hands and looked

“Ahh…”

she was dreaming. She could not even utter a single

school and we’ve not been taking good

decided to apologize to Mr. Lennon

fees and trauma

do you

rubbed his hands together as

do you think,

who was in the wheelchair asked

“This, this…”

was still so overwhelmed she could not even

when had she experienced

now onwards, I will be absorbing all expenses of your

guarantee that there will no longer

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

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

hear, there he would be

out a bank card and handed

Sean.

Sean was quiet.