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 right

Jack thought about all these, the horror in

“Woosh!”

immediately made a beeline before Sean, a courteous smile

where do I find the courage for me

a misunderstanding, just a pure

was strung so tightly it

Homer Larson, his pride did not allow him

where does his pride

the focal point of the entire matter was

need us

eyebrows

no, no,

an unexplainable expression framed

loan me some

flashed across his

“Sure.”

Homer nodded immediately.

no, Mr.

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

you don’t believe me, you can certainly ask

hands

“Ahh…”

was dreaming. She

Mr. Lennon, for your kid to attend my school and we’ve

Mr. Lennon personally

medical fees and trauma that might have

you

hands together as he asked

do you

the wheelchair

“This, this…”

still so overwhelmed she could not even make

had she experienced anything like this

now onwards, I will be absorbing all expenses of your child’s

no longer be any recurrence of anything

there be a ‘next time‘, I will gladly accept death as

ultimately an experienced, veteran businessman that had been in the game for decades, making him a well–versed

Sean wanted to hear, there he would be

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

Sean.

Sean was quiet.