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

all these, the horror

“Woosh!”

a beeline before Sean, a courteous smile plastered on

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

is all a misunderstanding, just a pure

tightly it dangled on the base of his

pride did not allow him to back down

Luke, where

focal point of the entire matter was

need

eyebrows and asked

no, no, absolutely

frowned, an unexplainable expression framed

not… Mr. Larson loan

of mockery flashed across his

“Sure.”

Homer nodded immediately.

no, Mr. Lennon, I’m afraid

is the two million

you can certainly ask this

hands and looked pointedly

“Ahh…”

dreaming. She could not even utter a

my school and we’ve not been taking good care

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

fees and trauma that

do you think,

his hands together

you think,

who was in the wheelchair asked Leah

“This, this…”

she could not even make

had she experienced anything

onwards, I will be absorbing

there will no longer be any recurrence of anything like

there be a ‘next time‘, I will gladly

businessman that had been in

hear, there he would be telling it to

out a bank card and handed it over with both hands

Sean.

Sean was quiet.