The Guardian’s Sword by Talking Cigarette

Chapter 378 It was clear that this question Jason had asked was not one he should be asking.

As soon as the question exited his mouth, he felt as if something was wrong. Despite the power he held, he was only someone who handled affairs–not someone who could make decisions!

How could he ask about the thoughts of the people wlio lield positions above his?

Sure enough, the person at the other end of thie line fell silent.

“Commander, my apologies. I was wrong...”

Jason took the initiative to admit his mistake and bowed slightly. “Okay. “I‘ll contact you again once I have confirmed the matter of this sword.” The person on the other end of the phone nodded and hung up.

At night. In Willow‘s house.

“Mom, the food is ready,” Willow shouted again as she sat at the table. “Okay, I‘m coming.” Fion sat in the living room and was about to stand up after hanging up the phone.

However, the phone rang again before she could take even two steps away. Fion picked up the phone and answered the latest call. “Oh, is it Lucy? Yes, we‘re liome! Okay, no problem! “I‘ll see when Sean is free, yep!”

Ever since they returned from visiting the Golden Villa Garden, their phone had not stopped ringing

Fion‘s relatives had called one after another to ask if they were home. She was very flattered by their concern. When Fion first married into the Quinn family, these people had indeed been enthusiastic, but not nearly excessive as they were being now!

Later, when they learned that Fion was not welcomed in the Quinn family, they distanced themselves and gradually cut contact. Until today. Now, they had become more enthusiastic than they had ever been before. Ten years ago, people would respect a son because of his father. Then, ten years later, they would respect the father because of his son.

son–in–law was considered

Willow had a marriage

powerful financial resources, how could the Wilson family dare to maintain the same attitude toward

“Whew!”

the phone, and looked at Sean–her eyes filled

the table to have her

it? “Do you feel more respected now?” Kent, who held a bowl in his hand, was deliberately being sarcastic. “Hmph! Why? Did you earn me this respect?” Fion snorted coldly as she remained stubborn. “I may

––

“Dad!”

blushed mildly as she lowered her

for a moment. He did not reply but merely continued to

Kent‘s seat to stop him from spouting any more nonsense. However, today‘s incident had really made her feel ecstatic. She was currently in a great mood. Therefore, she turned a blind eye to

but today I want to ask how you really

then looked

put down their knives

you to keep your mouth shut?” Fion said

step aside. I‘m

which, we have all lived together for two years. “You two also

for a moment and turned to

if the both of them

Slap!