The Guardian’s Sword by Talking Cigarette

Chapter 93
Everyone in the room turned around when they heard the sound.
Only Sean looked calm and did not bat an eye.
Jack made a gesture to call someone but paused.
“Mr... Mr. Larson?
“Mr. Larson, what are you...”
Once Jack saw who the visitor was, he immediately came forward with a smile, but he had a confused look in his eyes.
Behind him, Mr. Lowe’s eyes widened slightly as he quickly smiled.
However, he did not come forward to speak.
With his position, he did not even deserve to talk to him.
It was Homer Larson.
With Larson Pharmaceuticals‘ reputation in River City, no one could approach them easily.
Let alone Mr. Lowe.
“Mr. Tomme, I have a question.
“Do you have any other business than the one publicly known?
“I just heard Mr. Tomme say...
Homer said indifferently with an unfriendly look on his face.
The attitude confused Jack.
‘Something’s wrong...‘
Homer and Jack were not strangers.

They both led famous companies in River City, so they had met each other many times.
The Larson family and Mr. Tomme also had some business ties.
However, Homer’s cold attitude confused Jack.
“Mr. Larson, you’re joking. Isn’t that all my company does?
“On the other hand, Mr. Larson... did you come here for something?”
Jack asked Homer with a dry laugh.
“I’m afraid if I don’t come, things will get worse, and someone will die!”
Homer spoke meaningfully.
Jack froze. Then he waved his hand and laughed.
Homer was right.
With Jack’s ability in River City, he had a lot of connections, if not power.
It was nothing to crush an ant.
Let alone a nameless cripple?
“I’m afraid you’ll die, Mr. Tomme.”
While Jack sneered to himself, Homer suddenly spoke.
“Gasp!”
The whole office instantly fell silent.
Leah and Candy took two steps back, confused with what was going on.
Leah, a widow, was not even invited to attend the Quinn family’s dinner.
Therefore, she had no idea that Sean knew Homer.

She was surprised at what she saw.
“Mr. Larson, what’s the meaning of this?”
Jack could not help frowning after he came to himself.
Homer shook his head and smiled. Some things needed no explanation.
“I’m afraid you’ll die if you offended Mr. Lennon, Mr. Tomme!”
Homer said, shaking his head.
“Mr. Lennon?
“Which... Mr. Lennon?”
Jack froze, and Mr. Lowe’s eyes instantly widened.
He and Sean had already met twice. “The cripple’s last name seems to be Lennon!‘
Mr. Lowe thought as he turned to look at Sean.
Sure enough, Sean’s face was indifferent, as if he was not surprised by what was going on.
“Mr. Lennon, Old Master has prepared a simple dinner at home and would like to invite you over.”