The guardian's sword by Taking Cigarette
Chapter 2407

Chapter 2407

Zander and the rest left.

They left as quickly as they came.

Only Simpson, who was badly beaten up, and Molly, crying on top of him, were left behind.

The Lamborghini manager was not an idiot. He immediately went up to Sean.

"Hello, Mr. Lennon. I'm Lamborghini booth's manager!

"If you two are interested in this Lamborghini Veneno, I can contact the owner immediately and ask him if he is

interested in selling it!"

The manager said humbly.

To be in this position, he was more discerning than most of the people present.

Although Zander and the rest did not do much just now, the presence they exuded was not what average people

would have.

Having the group of men as his subordinates, Sean's identity was probably more important than he thought.

He was naturally reluctant to let go of such a mysterious and powerful customer.

"Sure, help me ask him whether he's willing to sell it. Money isn't a problem!"

Before Sean could speak, Willow spoke first.

The manager did not move and only looked at Sean.

In his opinion, Sean made the decisions.

"Do as she says."

Sean said with a nod.

Hearing that, the manager turned around, found a corner, and made a phone call.

"You're dead!

"When Mr. Stallion wakes up, you'll be dead!”

When Zander and the rest had left, Molly stared darkly at Sean and Willow and yelled at the top of her lungs.

Sean glanced at her, unbothered to talk to her.

Willow frowned and said coldly, "You'd better stop talking, or I don't mind asking them to come back again!"

Hearing that, Molly was afraid to speak and only lay on Simpson's body, sobbing quietly.

Everyone around them was scared to help. Simpson was important, but the young man who asked his subordinates

to beat up Simpson was probably more powerful.

If Sean were weaker than Simpson, he would not have beaten Simpson up if he knew Simpson's identity.

The manager soon trotted back to Sean.

"Mr. Lennon, I already spoke to Mr. Lake, and Mr. Lake said he'd come by himself!"

The manager looked more respectful as he whispered.

Sean raised his eyebrows, wondering, 'Mr. Lake? Which Mr. Lake? Curtis or Titus?'