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

all these, the horror in

“Woosh!”

beeline before Sean, a

find the courage for me to

all a misunderstanding, just a pure

tightly it dangled on the base of his

his pride did not allow

before Hayden Luke, where does his

understood the focal point of the entire

don’t need

cocked his eyebrows and

no, no, absolutely

unexplainable expression

not… Mr. Larson loan me some

glimpse of mockery flashed across his face as he

“Sure.”

Homer nodded immediately.

no, Mr. Lennon,

about before is the two million that WE are

believe me, you can certainly

hands and looked

“Ahh…”

like she was dreaming. She could not even utter

Mr. Lennon, for your kid to attend my school

apologize to Mr. Lennon personally and

fees and trauma that might have occurred to your

you

his hands together

you think,

in the

“This, this…”

overwhelmed she could not even make a single

when had she experienced anything

I will be absorbing all expenses of your child’s education

there will no longer be any recurrence

time‘, I will gladly

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

hear, there he would be telling

a bank card and handed it over with both

Sean.

Sean was quiet.