The Guardian’s Sword by Talking Cigarette

The Guardian’s Sword By Talking Cigarette Chapter 97

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

thought about all these, the

“Woosh!”

a beeline before Sean, a courteous smile plastered on

courage for me to ask

is all a misunderstanding, just a

so tightly it

was before Homer Larson, his pride did not allow

before Hayden Luke, where

the focal point of the entire

need us

eyebrows and

no, no, absolutely

frowned, an unexplainable expression framed his

not… Mr. Larson loan

glimpse of mockery flashed across his face

“Sure.”

Homer nodded immediately.

no, Mr. Lennon, I’m

two million dollars we talked about before is the two

you can certainly

hands and

“Ahh…”

felt like she was dreaming. She could

your kid to attend my school and we’ve not been taking

to Mr. Lennon personally and as a token of my apology, two million

and trauma that

do you think,

rubbed his hands together as

you think,

in the wheelchair asked

“This, this…”

so overwhelmed she could

had she experienced

be absorbing all

guarantee that there will no longer be any recurrence

I will

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

hear, there he would

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

Sean.

Sean was quiet.

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