Chapter 17
Summon Of The Sword
âMr. Lennon?â
The crowd immediately froze. âMr. Lennon?â
The middle-aged man looked magnificent in an expensive suit.
The Vacheron Constantin watch on his wrist sparkled. He looked like a successful man. 1 Mr. Lennon must be unusual for such a classy and successful man to be so polite to him.
The crowd turned their eyes to Quill.
Quill was undoubtedly the one with the highest status here.
However, Quill was not a Lennon either!
Therefore, who was Mr. Lennon the middle-aged man spoke of?
âAre you looking for me?â
Just then, Sean, who was in a wheelchair, asked lightly.
âHahaha! Sean, are you kidding me?â
Quill chuckled, his face full of disdain.
âSean, keep your mouth shut.â
Willow frowned slightly. Though Sean had the last name Lennon, there were many people with the last name Lennon. 1 âWhat? The vegetable? This is killing me.
âDo you know who he is? How dare you relate yourself to him?
âYouâre really a vegetable. Haha!â
Quill clutched his stomach, his face full of scorn.
The middle-aged man stepped forward, looked at Sean, and said respectfully, âMr. Lennon, I was looking for you!â
Swoosh!
Quillâs jeers stopped abruptly.
There was a dead silence.
âIs he⦠is he really here for Sean?â
âSo the Mr. Lennon the middle-aged man said is this wheelchair-bound loser Sean?â
âItâs Willowâs poor and culturally blank fiancé?â
âIt seems youâre the vegetable.â
Sean said indifferently as he glanced at Quill.
Quillâs eyes widened, and he tried to say something, but he could not find the right words.
âWhat did you want to see me about?â
Sean asked as he looked back at the middle-aged man.
âIâm Zachary Richard, the general agent of Ferrari River City.
âYour top-spec Ferrari 488 is here!â
Zachary smiled faintly. He stepped aside and pointed toward the dazzling Ferrari sports car behind him.
The Ferrari painted with red pearl paint emitted countless light rays under the sun.
It impacted the eyes and hit deep into the heart.
Swoosh!
There was a dead silence again.
You could even hear a pin drop.
A top-spec Ferrari 488 cost over four million dollars!
âSean bought it?â
âAre you kidding me?â
Quill froze, and the crowd around them froze.
Willow even covered her red lips. Her eyes were full of disbelief.
Could Sean afford such a nice car?â
Willow glanced at Sean, but all she saw was a calm look on Seanâs face.
It was as if it were true.
âMr. Lennon, would you like to try the car?â .
Zachary asked politely as he looked at Sean with a smile on his face.
âNo thanks. I think itâs fine.â
Sean waved his hand slightly and replied indifferently.
He had no idea where it came from.
However, it could help him get out of this mess, so he could only accept.
âThen Iâll leave you to it, Mr. Lennon, Iâll see you later.
âAll the carâs details and documents are in the passengersâ seat.â
Zachary smiled. Then he turned and walked away into the distance. He got in a car and drove off.
The multimillion-dollar Ferrari stayed right here.
Even though Zachary had left two minutes ago, the place was still silent.
The white Mercedes Benz costing hundreds of thousands behind Quill paled in comparison to the multimillion-dollar Ferrari.
Comparisons were made.
The Mercedes Benz was no match for a Ferrari.
âSean, whatâs⦠whatâs going on?â
Willow slowly let out a breath and asked as she looked at Sean.
âA car costing only hundreds of thousands of dollars isnât good enough for you.
âThis car could work.â
Sean looked at Willow and said with a smile.
âYou!â
Willow had a lot of questions.
However, with so many people around, she said nothing after all.
âHsss! Is⦠is this man that rich?â
âIt canât be. Isnât he a famous vegetable? How did he get so rich?â
âWho says a vegetable canât be rich? What if he used to be a millionaire? Would the Quinn family have taken him in if otherwise?â
âHsss! Thatâs a good point! This Mercedes Benz is indeed rubbish compared to that Ferrari!â
âItâs funny that this man called Quill dared to take a Mercedes Benz worth hundreds of thousands of dollars to steal someoneâs girl when her boyfriend can easily afford a Ferrari 488. Itâs killing me!â
The crowd began to discuss once they came to themselves.
Quill went red and pale like someone had slapped him in the face several times.
âYou! Wait and see.
âWillow will be mine.â
Quill snorted coldly and turned away.
The more Quill could not get it; the more Quill wanted it.
He was hell-bent on getting Willow.
âStop!
âTake your rubbish away.â
Sean spoke indifferently as he pointed to the white Mercedes Benz.