The Guardian’s Sword by Talking Cigarette

Chapter 153

At that moment.

In this extremely luxurious Bentley Bentyaga, Sean Lennon was seated in the back seat, with his arms casually draped at the side.

The interior of the car was glorious and plush and it had colored Sean as someone noble beyond words.

He was seated inside the car and was looking straight at Willow Quinn.

Willow’s heart constricted. This was indeed her car.

She had not expected Sean to find himself a driver.

Faye Quinn, on the other hand, was dumbfounded.

Simon Quinn had his eye bulging out of his head as he stared agape.

The last time he saw Sean, he was driving a Ferrari. Now, he had changed his car into the luxurious limited edition Bentley Bentyaga?

Putting the Ferrari aside, this limited edition Bentley Bentyaga was so rare there should be about ten or less of them in River City itself, right?

Where did Sean Lennon get this car from?

“Come on, Willow, get in. I’ll bring you somewhere.”

Sean peeked at Faye and Simon and retracted his gaze.

He was unfazed like he was looking at some ants.

It was Sean’s attitude that had angered Faye and Simon.

“Sean Lennon! What the f*ck are you pretending to be?”

Simon stepped up and yanked the car door.

“Smack!”

Sean’s driver forcefully pushed Simon’s hand away.

you scratch it, you won’t be

young man

to point

f*cking afford it? Did you claim that I

roaring, he had suddenly realized that he…

“Let him speak.”

waved his hand, signaling for

“Yes, boss.”

quickly nodded and stepped aside

who are only worth the cheapest bikes, how dare

use of you showing off with

her daze walked up and spoke coldly

brag as

nonchalantly, not even having

“You!”

angrier when she

admitting that this

for a day, I think it’ll take up Willow’s

You’re so good at

insulted Sean, his face was

not afford

even a Bentley Bentyaga, even if it was a Rolls Royce, he, Simon Quinn would be able

and buying it

“Sean bought this car.”

lip, then she

to

“What?”

turned his head around and

he burst out in

Bentyaga?

plodding along that broken wheelchair like

could afford this car,

Simon was confident.

hugged her arms and scoffed. “I’ll even call him