The Guardian’s Sword by Talking Cigarette

Chapter 482 “Sean, I’m warning you. Don’t ask for trouble!” Quill took a step forward and glared at Sean as he shouted through clenched teeth, “So what if I’m asking for trouble?” Sean slowly withdrew his hand and looked at Quill calmly.

“I don’t want to waste my time talking to you.

“I want to see Aunt Fion. You’d better get out of my way.

“Otherwise, don’t blame me for not giving Willow face and doing things to you.”

Quill patted his sleeve and glared daggers at Sean.

“Willow doesn’t need you to give her face.

“Feel free to come at me anytime.

“If you want to hit me, just do it. Are you even considered a man if you drag your feet on this?”

Sean was sitting in his wheelchair as he blocked the door, his voice full of disdain.

“You! You!”

Quill was so angry that he wanted to slap Sean off the ground.

However, he knew that Sean was an unusually strong fighter even though he was crippled.

Someone like Quill could not even take a punch from Sean.

“Alright, Sean. Since we ran into each other today, I’ll be honest with you.

all that just because you know some martial

able-bodied super fighter can’t handle a

I’d go easy on you to be considerate of Willow’s feelings, but

letting you live

full of malice, and

“But now, listen to me very carefully. “If you dare step into this house again, I will end the Zimmer family immediately.” Sean’s

you wait!” Quill pointed at Sean before gritting his teeth and turning to leave. He also kicked the two boxes of expensive supplements

Vroom vroom!

on the gas, and the car sped away. “Sean, what’s going on out

voice came from inside “Nothing, it was just a

Old Madam Quinn’s house

soon as he

Old Madam Quinn was not as friendly

waiting for so long, embarrassing the Zimmer family and almost embarrassing the Quinn family

Madam Quinn was

has been a misunderstanding about the

I’ll give you a

Madam Quinn’s attitude and explained

I don’t think that’s necessary “It’s been confirmed

to use Riverleaf Lakeside Hotel from

is there to

leaned back slowly in the armchair,

“Well.”

sweat from his forehead, feeling even