The Guardian's Sword

Chapter 202

The floor manager looked at Sean Lennon and said softly.

“Say, Mr. Lennon, why don't you just lead back?

“This is an unnecessary debate.”

There were tinges of resentment in his voice.

“Why is it unnecessary?”

Sean turned his head slightly and looked at the floor manager.

“Hah! The results are already set in stone for this matter!

“You have no idea how terrifying the identity of the other person is.

“You wanna snatch something from their hands? I advise you, you'd better not
order a death sentence for yourself.”

The more the floor manager spoke, the more incompetent he felt Sean was.
Yesterday, Gordon Zigger had liaised with the hotel's deputy general manager
directly, that was why the floor manager had no idea of the relation between
Sean and Gordon.

However, so what if he knew?

Even if Gordon and Sean knew each other, it would have been not much of use.
Even the Zimmers, which were the rising star antongst the River City aristocrats
were nothing when compared to this VIP.

This Sean Lennon merely knew Gordon Zigger, what good does it do?

Merely knew?

Gordon Zigger was a man with many friends, and he knew people from all over
the place.

That was actually... nothing to be proud of.

“What I, Sean Lennon wants, no one has ever snatched it away from me
before.”

Sean did not get angry but remained calm as he explained.

“Hehe, you're a confident one alright.

“But, your confidence would be destroyed later I reckon.

“Even Young Master Zimmer could not win with this VIP. What makes you think
that you can do it?”

The floor manager looked at Sean and disdain begin to color his tone.

He heard that Sean was generous and is not worth was sky-high.

So what?

As a floor manacer at the Riverlear Lakeside Hotel, he luud seen liis fair share of
wealtliv peonie

That was what made him understand that belore VIP's like Zander, money was
nothing

One word from Zander could determine is the hotel could or could not remain
alive.

What was money before him?

This was why the floor manager tlought that Sean was playing a game that was
out of his capabilities.

For Sean to want to go up against this VIP, the floor manager thought that if he
could make Sean give up before anything happened, he would be considered as
doing this VIP a favor!

What if it could garner recognition from the VIP?

“You can just watch, then.”

Sean glanced at the floor manager and said quietly.

“Sure, I'll be sure to watch!”

The floor manager huffed and retorted immediately.

At the same time.

In the corridors.

Zander and Harry were approaching the premium lounge as they followed the
general

manager.

Throughout the entire journey of walking in, Zander was contemplating if he
should turn back.

However, his feet had denied the instructions of his brain and had brought him
here.

This time, no matter wliat, they would have to meet now.

Even if it was just to see Sean once, Zander would leave contented and happy.
Through the glass window, Zander turned his head slowly and looked at the
lounge.

With just one glance, Zander stopped in his tracks and his gaze slowly stiffened.
At that time, ille Sean that was in the lounge was in a wheelchair with his back
facing the door and the windows.

However, Zander recognized him right away.

His eyes widened slowly as he opened lis month to try to speak, his Adam's
apple bobbed up

and down.

Immediately, his body began to tremble uncontrollably.

Whoever was looking at Zander could tell that something was not right.

Other than Harry, no one knew wliy Zander had become like this.

As Zander locked his gaze tightly on Sean with his wide, rounded eyes, lie saw
how lonely Sean looked in his wheelchair, and could not feel but feel a tingling
sensation in Zander's throat as he tried not to be emotional.

In the past, when Scan was a nine—star commander, he led millions of soldiers to
the battlefield in the north and the south, with victories galore as he slew his
enemies.

He was the extraordinary battle god with a rate of zero failure, he was one of a
kind!

However, he was now a disabled person, living precariously in a small city.

All the brothers that he had on the battlefield were no longer by his side.

The only thing that could keep Scan company, was his little measly wheelchair.
How would anyone not sigh in sorrow when they see such a stark difference?
Zander was there to witness Sean in his peak and glory days, so when he saw
how sad Sean looked right now, he felt worse than anyone else could ever feel.
“Smack!”

Zander tried to psyche himself up by holding onto the wall. He was panting,
taking in big gulps of air with every pant.

Initially, he only wanted to see Sean from afar and leave the lotel immediately.
However, when he saw how Sean was like now, he really could not bear to just
leave like that.

He wanted to let Sean know that at least... One brother from his past was still
there for him!

This same brother was also still hoping and waiting for his return!

“All of you don’t have to go in with me, I'll talk to him alone.”

Zander took a deep breath and pulled the door to the lounge open, then he
entered into the premium lounge.

Harry was standing guard at the door, and no one else was allowed to go near it.
Zander's bulging eyes were locked on Sean“s back as hie sostened his
footsteps.

“Say, Mr. Lennon, just think about my advice, okay?

“You may be a cripple, but you shouldn't give up on life and actively seek to die.
“If you were to anger such a VIP, you wouldn't need the wheelchair anymore...
“... because you would be dead!”

The floor manager shook his head slightly at Sean.

From the looks of it, he was like Sean“s superior, giving Sean advice that he
expects Sean to heed.

His eyes were filled with exasperation and frustration.