Chapter 112 Not Even The Wrights

“Ms. Lindsey, could you please give me a bit of personal space?”

Finnegan had just stepped out of the car in the Kathleen Mall parking lot when Lindsey pressed close to him.

She was dressed in a short strapless dress adorned with a floral pattern. Her makeup was light, lending her a more youthful and S**y appearance than her typical composed, capable demeanor.

She was catching the eyes of men all around. However, Finnegan felt somewhat overwhelmed.

Lindsey linked her arm with his as if they were a couple. “Don’t you get that this is about keeping up appearances? Most people can only dream of having such a beautiful woman like me by their side. I’m sure they’re all jealous of you.”

“Jealous? I’m starting to feel like they’re looking at me like they want to beat me up out of sheer envy.”

Lindsey rolled her eyes at Finnegan and let out an annoyed snort. “You’re impossible!”

Linked arm in arm, they strolled into Kathleen Mall toward a restaurant Lindsey had reserved ahead of time.

“Mr. Larkin!”

As they neared the entrance, a cheerful female voice rang out, sounding delighted.

Finnegan turned, his gaze immediately drawn to the source of the voice. “Ms. Miles.”

Sasha, dressed in a couture dress that elegantly accentuated her figure, approached them.

The arrogance that had accompanied Sasha during her initial encounter with Finnegan had now dissipated. “Mr. Larkin, are you here for some shopping? And who might this be?”

Her gaze, brimming with curiosity, shifted to Lindsey.

Is Mr. Larkin a scumbag? I thought he was in a relationship with Bernice. Yet here he is, with another

woman

Meanwhile, Lindsey went on her guard, her fingers instinctively tightening around Finnegan’s arm.

Her protective stance left no doubt that she was safeguarding her territory.

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Finnegan winced in silence as a sharp pain shot through his arm.

Hug my arm all you want, but could you kindly spare me from pain?

However, Finnegan found himself without much choice except to put on a tough front. “We’ve come for lunch. This here is Lindsey Jennings, a senior at my sister’s school. We’re just good friends. Ms. Lindsey, I’d like you to meet Sasha Miles.”

Gilbert, the wealthiest man in town, Finnegan reckoned

look while nodding. It was plain as day

“A real pleasure to make your acquaintance, Ms. Jennings

released her grip on Finnegan and returned the shake. “Likewise,

was

you’d mind if I joined you

Lindsey frowned.

rude? And what’s her deal with Finnegan? She’s pretty charming.

him at Sasha’s words, as he had been

you

ushered a young man toward the exit, or more accurately, kicked him out.

he hit the ground, rolling a good two

man looked up, revealing his swollen face, Finnegan

was none other than Casper. Finnegan and Casper were as tight

saw Finnegan. He quickly wiped his

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me a favor and pretend you didn’t

was bruised all over, and he even had

face clouded over as he turned to the b*dyguards. “Why did you hit him?”

face went pale.

was Gilbert’s gift to Kathleen for

Finnegan’s friend had been beaten

condescension. “He’s the one causing a scene here at the mall. Besides, so what if we beat him up because we didn’t like how

helped Casper to his feet, his expression

Well, how about I give you a taste of your own medicine since

though they’d just heard the world’s funniest joke.

he headed toward the security

shouted urgently,

anxious as well. “Mr. Larkin,

could finish, Finnegan unleashed a roundhouse kick on the leader of the security

the security officer was sent flying

the mall as onlookers stared wide-eyed at the unfolding

The mall belongs to Mr. Miles! He has some guts to cause

and bellowed, “Quick, this guy’s trouble

back to their senses, brandishing stun batons as they charged at Finnegan.

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shifted. “Hold on.

were so consumed by their fury that they completely

Sasha. Otherwise, they wouldn’t have dared defy

seized a stun baton from a guard, and delivered a blow to his head.

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