A Healer’s Journey

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.”

Sasha’s background as the daughter of Gilbert, the wealthiest man in town,

while nodding. It was plain as day that she wasn’t buying Finnegan’s

hand for a shake. “A real pleasure to make your acquaintance, Ms. Jennings

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

was brief.

ask if you’d mind if I joined you guys for lunch? Our paths crossing isn’t a common occurrence, after all.”

Lindsey frowned.

bother asking when you know you’re being rude? And

over him at Sasha’s words, as he had been worried about how he’d have to be alone with

out of here! How dare you cause a ruckus in

commotion erupted. Seven b*dyguards forcefully ushered a young man toward the exit, or more accurately, kicked

young man grunted in pain as he hit the ground, rolling a good two or three meters.

swollen face, Finnegan rushed forward

were as tight as siblings as they had grown

when he saw Finnegan. He

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me a favor and pretend you didn’t witness all this. And please, keep

bruised all over, and he

over as he turned to the b*dyguards. “Why

went pale.

mall was Gilbert’s gift to Kathleen for their

doom crept over Sasha, given that Finnegan’s friend had been beaten up by the

dripped with 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 he looked? This place is registered under Mrs. Miles name.

helped Casper to his feet, his expression dark.

a taste of your own medicine since I don’t like how

as though they’d just heard

he headed toward the

urgently, “Finnegan, don’t!”

anxious as well.

roundhouse kick on

sudden attack, the security officer was sent flying before crashing through a gla*s

the mall as onlookers stared wide-eyed at the unfolding spectacle.

The mall belongs to

his chest and bellowed, “Quick, this

brandishing stun batons as they charged at

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“Hold on.

heed, and the guards were so consumed by their fury that they completely disregarded

the guards didn’t recognize Sasha. Otherwise, they wouldn’t have dared

baton from a guard, and delivered a blow