Chapter 202
Summon Of The Sword
The floor manager looked at Sean Lennon and said softly.
âSay, Mr. Lennon, why donât you just lead back?
âThis is an unnecessary debate.â
There were tinges of resentment in his voice.
âWhy is it unnecessary?â
Sean turned his head slightly and looked at the floor manager.
âHah! The results are already set in stone for this matter!
âYou have no idea how terrifying the identity of the other person is.
âYou wanna snatch something from their hands? I advise you, youâd better not order a death sentence for yourself.â
The more the floor manager spoke, the more incompetent he felt Sean was.
Yesterday, Gordon Zigger had liaised with the hotelâs 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.
âWhat I, Sean Lennon wants, no one has ever snatched it away from me before.â
Sean did not get angry but remained calm as he explained.
âHehe, youâre a confident one alright.
âBut, your confidence would be destroyed later I reckon.
âEven Young Master Zimmer could not win with this VIP. What makes you think that you can do it?â
The floor manager looked at Sean and disdain begin to color his tone.
He heard that Sean was generous and is not worth was skyâhigh.
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 VIPâs 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?
âYou can just watch, then.â
Sean glanced at the floor manager and said quietly.
âSure, Iâll be sure to watch!â
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 liis month to try to speak, his Adamâs 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 Zanderâs throat as he tried not to be emotional.
In the past, when Scan was a nineâstar 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.
âSmack!â
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!
âAll of you donât have to go in with me, Iâll talk to him alone.â
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.
Zanderâs bulging eyes were locked on Seanâs back as hie sostened his footsteps.
âSay, Mr. Lennon, just think about my advice, okay?
âYou may be a cripple, but you shouldnât give up on life and actively seek to die.
âIf you were to anger such a VIP, you wouldnât need the wheelchair anymore...
â... because you would be dead!â
The floor manager shook his head slightly at Sean.
From the looks of it, he was like Seanâs superior, giving Sean advice that he expects Sean to heed.
His eyes were filled with exasperation and frustration.