The Guardian’s Sword by Talking Cigarette

Chapter 125 Sean glanced at Willow when he heard those words.

Willow was a little embarrassed and lowered her head.

After all, this matter was indeed one she had told Fion about. It seemed like she had quite a loose tongue. “I‘m asking you a question. Why are you looking at Willow?

“Do you really have six million?” Fion frowned slightly and asked again in an unkind tone.

“Yes.”

Sean nodded gently.

Fion was taken aback when she heard that. She had not been expecting Sean to actually answer yes.

“Where is it? Take the money out and let me have a look.”

Fion still did not believe that Sean, a cripple, had six million.

She thought he would never be able to earn six million in his entire lifetime.

“Mom, I‘ve seen the text message about a transaction of six million being transferred to Sean’s card.

“Why don‘t you believe me? Besides, Sean owns the money, so there’s no need to show it to us, right?”

Willow frowned and stopped her mom with a soft tone.

“Hmph!

“I didn‘t ask you to speak! Shut up.”

Fion snorted coldly and stretched out her palm to Sean. She said, “Take the money out.”

She had a tough attitude as if she was giving him an order.

However, even in the face of Fion‘s attitude, Sean merely glanced at her and moved his wheelchair straight toward his room.

He ignored Fion as if he was disdainful of talking to her. “Willow, look at him! Look at the attitude he has! “Well, this is still our home!

yet he

doesn’t know that beggars shouldn‘t be

and vented her anger at Willow after Sean

like that?” Willow frowned and lowered her

“What? Am I wrong?

he a freeloader residing in my home

Her words were

a human!

speak about him makes him

house and willfully refuses to

prestigious, so grandpa thought he would find a way out

when

but that was in the

look at the present! No matter what his identity used to

the sofa cushions as she spoke coldly,

can we rush to beg others for help

and kick them while they’re already down when their life takes a

“We…”

was interrupted by Fion’s slap on the

is a society that despises

nothing, absolutely nothing, without

him about money, he

about his connections, he

he

by him for the rest of your entire life. As long as he’s still staying in the Quinn Residence, I won’t tolerate

how great he is, I’ll still shame

and I will never be at peace with each other,” Fion sat up straight and said in a serious and

other for nearly half a minute. She knew very well how stubborn

didn’t say I had

recovers and

do you have to drive him

some time. Can’t

a trace of desperate

“Of course not!