Chapter 89 The Mysterious Bennett Sanchez

Bennett wasn’t tall and had tan skin. He looked physically tough, evident from the bulging muscles underneath his tank top.

More importantly, he appeared to be in his early thirties.

Cognizant of what Finnegan and Logan were thinking, Stephen explained, “Mr. Sanchez might look young but is already in his forties. I didn’t believe it initially until he showed me

his ID card.”

After putting down the roasted suckling pig, Bennett broke into a warm smile. “Stephen, you should just call me Bennett, as I’m only older than you by a little more than ten years.”

“I can’t do that. Nancy is like a sister to me. How can I address you by name?” Stephen frantically replied.

When Jace made a face, Stephen pretended to be oblivious to it.

In the meantime, Finnegan gave Bennett a thoughtful look before complimenting him, “I’m impressed by how well you have maintained your youth, Bennett!”

While Stephen and the rest, including Logan, were clueless as to what was going on, Finnegan, who was skilled at physiognomy, saw through Bennett easily.

The latter and Nancy were not father and daughter at all.

In fact, Finnegan could tell that Bennett was only thirty-five.

Since Nancy is twenty-one this year, there’s no way she’s younger than her father by fourteen years, is there? It’s clear that Bennett is a man with a checkered history.

Bennett maintained a humble smile as he nodded at Finnegan. “Working hard all the time does make me look younger than my age. Now, let me carve the pig open. You guys better back off so that the oil doesn’t splatter on you.”

While speaking, Bennett pulled out what looked like a carving knife from his waist. However, the blade looked longer than usual and resembled a special-looking blade instead.

Underneath the layer of oil that covered the blade, one could faintly make out some carved motifs on its surface.

Only when Finnegan concentrated his spiritual energy in his eyes could he tell that the design of the motifs were actually flames

In addition, Finnegan could sense a murderous aura from the blade scif

jones.

Watching him work was like observing an artist in his element.

meantime, a strange glint flashed across Finnegan’s eyes as he turned

was coincidentally looking in Finnegan’s direction with

skill was certainly not honed

the two men nodded discreetly at each other before pretending as if

that was more than twenty pounds in weight had

couldn’t help but clap. “Bro, I’m impressed

mean by

“bro?” Call him Mr. Sanchez. Otherwise, you’ll make me look like I’m

is just a formality. It doesn’t matter how you address me. Anyway, I’ll not interrupt your dinner any further. If

to stay. “Bennett, since there aren’t many customers this evening, why don’t you and Nancy join us

turned toward Nancy, who

elder brother, Finnegan.”

that case, please wait for a moment. Ill bring out the roasted duck I was saving for dinner

sight. Finnegan casually asked, “Nancy why

expression darkened as she answered. “My mom brought me to my father sade when I was nine and pa*sed away

I

a slight smile, “It’s no big deal.”

that mean

before that?”

seen my father then.

rule out a terrible possibility in his mind.

pervert. Nevertheless, he’s only older than Nancy by fourteen years. Why is he willing to take on the role of her dad?

Bennett and his daughter at the table, Finnegan and his companions were a little more restrained.

behaved as if it was a gathering

was busy observing Bennett discreetly, hoping

that, all he saw was Bennett behaving normally, as if he and

served to intrigue him further.

you

Nancy about it, the innocent Nancy spoke with a solemn

his thoughts, Finnegan asked, “Heard what?”

same time, Stephen was equally concerned. “Nancy, did

accident that killed four people a few days ago. Two of them were my

she was talking about Dexter, his sister. Larry, and Nandra

l*ps twitched slightly before he quickly recovered his composure “That’s really unfortunate, but Ria

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