The Guardian’s Sword by Talking Cigarette

Chapter 120 “Where is it? Let me have a look.”

Fion paused for two seconds before extending her palm toward Willow. “I didn‘t take it. I gave it back to him...” Willow shook her head. “Hmph! Why did you return it?

“Is there money in that card?”

Fion paused. She was very concerned about this matter.

“Yes.”

Willow raised her head and said, “Six million.” Just as she said that, Fion laughed out loud. “Hahaha! This cripple really has money? He actually has 600 dollars in his private stash. He‘s not that simple, huh!”

om, it‘s six million! Million!”

Willow shook her head helplessly and repeated. “What?”

Fion‘s laughter stopped abruptly as she looked at Willow in disbelief. “Six million? “Six. Million?!” , The next second when Fion realized what was happening, she jumped up from the sofa.

Shock was written all over his face. Willow could understand Fion‘s feelings. If she had not seen the text messages, she would not have believed it either. A homeless, penniless cripple who could not even afford to refuel a car actually had six million with him!

This was ridiculous.

No one would believe it.

really

“Impossible!

“That’s impossible!”

shook like

it with my

million in

head helplessly

at Willow, her head

use this matter to

other words, Sean really

that card belong to

gulped and asked

“I don’t know.”

give it to me. If it’s not enough, he told me to ask him

that, Fion’s head

be that Sean

an

was in a mess as countless thoughts flashed

for him to come back.