The Guardian's Sword

Chapter 2131

Sean sorted out Devon's network of resources within a few days, and someone
came to visit him.

It was Conan, the other giant in the surveillance industry.

Conan and his crew had been arranged to wait at the company's reception room.
Sean and Zander opened the door to the reception room within a minute.

Conan stood up and held out his hand to Zander.

"Judging from your good looks and charming charisma, you must be Mr.
Lennon."

Zander frowned slightly and stepped back, saying, "You're wrong. This is Mr.
Lennon."

Conan glanced at Sean, smiled, and reached out his hand to him.

In the meantime, there was a sly gleam in his eyes that was hard to detect.

The old fox was trying to humiliate Sean, so he deliberately mistook Zander for
Sean.

Sean said, "Don't mention it, Mr. Tatum. You must be here for something. Sit
down and let's talk."

Conan smiled. "I's nothing. I just heard Devon's company has a new owner, and
the new owner is called Mr. Lennon. I

came over to see who Mr. Lennon is.”

"As you can see, I'm an ordinary man."

Conan could not contain his smile as he said, "You're indeed a little ordinary. You
seem more like a male secretary than a company owner. But I only mean
temperamentally. I hope you don't mind."

With that said, he picked up the coffee on the coffee table and drank it without
hesitation.

As Zander sat down, he said grimly, "Actually, Mr. Tatum has the temperament of
a jester in ancient times."

When Conan heard this, he almost spat out his coffee.

He restrained the anger in his eyes.

"The main reason I came here is to see you and invite you to have dinner and
observe your profound strategy and insight in the surveillance industry.”

Sean chuckled faintly. "Alright, I happen to have time today.”

Conan slapped on the table. "Okay. Then, that's settled. I'll arrange the hotel, and
well meet later."

Sean nodded slowly.

He wanted to see what Conan, who had visited him out of the blue, was up to
and what he could do at the dinner table.

Sean, Zander, and Conan were on their way within moments.

Even at the dining table, Conan continued picking on Sean with different
approaches.

"To be honest, your ride isn't very good.”

"What's wrong?"

"The Hummer's good, but it's rough-looking, and there's nothing elegant about it.
"When driving a car like that, people will often think you're just a small
businessman and won't give you a second look, Mr. Lennon.

"My Ferrari FI 2 is elegant and eye-catching. Everyone knows who I am
whenever I drive it out.”

Conan did not forget to test Sean as he said that.

"Mr. Lennon, are you a little financially drained after acquiring Devon's
company?"

Sean did not answer directly. Instead, he asked in reply," What do you think?"
"Oh, we're only having small talk at this dinner. I asked a little too much. Let's
forget about it. Conan did not answer either, but he was already convinced it was
true.

He called to the waiter, "Come here, we'd like to order."