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Summon of The Sword novel Chapter 123

Charles knew that absolutely no one could refuse such a generous offer.

As long as Sean promised to treat his disease, Charles would offer him money, beauties, mansions, villas, everything.

In addition, Sean would also have a bigshot like him owing Sean a favor.

As long as Sean was not a fool, he would definitely accept the offer.

“Can’t be treated.”

Sean simply repeated the three words lightly.

A coldness flickered through Charles’ eyes.

"Don't think that I’m a fool.

"If you weren’t capable, Mr. Larson would not have recommended you to me.

"So, you can't treat it, or you don't want to treat it?" Charles asked as he leaned forward slightly and stared at Sean.

Charles' status in River City was extremely high. When had he ever been so polite to a cripple?

However, he had suddenly discovered that Sean’s arrogance was not the usual kind!

The more respect Sean was given, the less he would appreciate it.

After hearing this, a sneer flickered at the corner of Sean’s mouth.

Anyway, he was not a person who would sacrifice everything for the world.

Even if he was truly a benevolent healer and kept the good of the world in his mind, this was just karma for Charles’ crimes.

He wanted Sean to save him right now?

That was really ridiculous.

“You, please know your place.”

Sean immediately moved his wheelchair and left after finishing saying that lightly.

He would never have come over had he known in advance that this was going to happen.

“Stay right there!”

Charles stood up immediately and yelled at Sean.

After so much effort to invite Sean over, in the end, he was not going to be treated. How could Charles be calm?

"Mr. Lennon, is it because you’re dissatisfied with my offer?

"It doesn't matter. You can request anything you want from me. As long as you can treat my disease, I’ll owe you a favor."

When Charles said this, he pondered for a couple of seconds before speaking again. "You may not understand the extent of my power in River City.

“But let me tell you, I’m in charge of the underground forces of River City and no one would ever dare to say no to me.

“No matter who it is, they have to respect me.

“It’ll be good for you to become a friend of mine, and it'll bring you no harm too.”

This time, Charles suppressed his temper and used a carrot-and-stick approach on Sean.

However, Sean continued to move his wheelchair toward the door, not looking back.

“This cripple! You’re really f*cking shameless!"

The anger in Charles’s heart suddenly erupted, and he grabbed a teacup and threw it to the ground.

Crack! Splat!

The teacup fell to the ground and broke into pieces.

The door of the private room was pushed open from the outside.

Dozens of Charles’s bodyguards, all dressed in black, immediately went to block the door.

“Mr. Charles, what’s going on?”

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