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.

won’t be able to

man spoke

to point at

you claim that I cannot afford it?

had suddenly realized that he… indeed could not afford

“Let him speak.”

signaling for the

“Yes, boss.”

young man quickly nodded

worth the cheapest bikes, how dare you to pretend like you’re

What’s the use

of her daze walked up

can brag

even having the desire to explain

“You!”

angrier when she

Are you admitting that this car

you to rent it for a day, I think it’ll take up Willow’s one month’s worth of

job, you! You’re so good at parasitizing

his face

could not afford a

Rolls Royce, he, Simon

buying it the

“Sean bought this car.”

lip, then

to explain, but

“What?”

head around and stared

he burst out

Bentley Bentyaga?

only worthy of plodding along that broken wheelchair like you, how would and how could you

this car, I’ll spell my

Simon was confident.

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