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

Ltd. would cease to exist right

all these, the horror in

“Woosh!”

immediately made a beeline before Sean, a

the courage for me to ask you

all a misunderstanding, just a

so tightly it dangled on the base

his pride

Hayden Luke, where

clearly understood the focal point of the entire matter was

don’t need us

eyebrows and

no, absolutely

frowned, an unexplainable expression

not… Mr. Larson loan me

glimpse of mockery flashed across his

“Sure.”

Homer nodded immediately.

no, Mr.

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

you can

his hands and

“Ahh…”

like she was dreaming. She could not even utter a single

to attend my school and we’ve not

I, Jack Tomme have decided to apologize to Mr. Lennon personally and as

medical fees and trauma that might

do you think,

together as

do you

in the wheelchair

“This, this…”

so overwhelmed she could

when had she experienced anything like this

be absorbing all expenses of

guarantee that there will no longer

time‘, I will gladly accept death as

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

hear, there he would be telling

Jack spoke, he took out a bank card

Sean.

Sean was quiet.