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

Jack thought about all these, the

“Woosh!”

a beeline before Sean, a courteous smile plastered on

the courage for me

a misunderstanding, just a pure

heart was strung so tightly it dangled on the base of

Larson, his pride did not allow him to back

Luke, where does his

the focal point of the entire matter was

need

his eyebrows and asked

no,

an unexplainable

Mr. Larson loan

glimpse of mockery flashed across his face as

“Sure.”

Homer nodded immediately.

no, no, no, Mr.

talked about before is the two million that WE are gonna compensate to Mr.

can certainly ask this

his hands

“Ahh…”

was dreaming. She could not even

to attend my school and

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

all the medical fees and trauma that might have

you think,

his hands together as he

do you

who was in the

“This, this…”

so overwhelmed she could not even make a single

she experienced anything like

will be

there will no longer be any recurrence of anything

time‘, I

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

Sean wanted to hear, there he would

out a bank card and handed it over

Sean.

Sean was quiet.