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.”

man in town, Finnegan reckoned there was no need to bring

day that she wasn’t buying Finnegan’s story about them being mere good friends.

“A real pleasure to make your acquaintance,

and returned the shake. “Likewise, the pleasure is

was

if you’d mind if I joined you guys for lunch? Our paths crossing isn’t

Lindsey frowned.

know you’re being rude? And what’s

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

dare you cause

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

he hit the ground, rolling a good two

his swollen face, Finnegan rushed forward without

other than Casper. Finnegan and Casper were as tight as siblings

was stunned when he saw Finnegan. He quickly wiped his blood from

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and pretend you didn’t witness all this. And

over, and he even had footprints

as he turned to the b*dyguards. “Why

face went

was Gilbert’s gift to Kathleen for their twenty-fifth wedding anniversary.

impending doom crept over Sasha, given that Finnegan’s

so what if we beat him up because we didn’t like how he looked? This place is registered under Mrs. Miles name. Got

his feet, his

of your own medicine

though they’d

even darker as he headed toward the security personnel.

urgently, “Finnegan,

well. “Mr. Larkin,

Finnegan unleashed a roundhouse kick on the leader of the

guard by Finnegan’s sudden attack, the security officer was sent flying before crashing through

as onlookers stared wide-eyed at

guy out of his mind? The mall belongs to Mr. Miles! He has some guts to

head of security clutched his chest and bellowed, “Quick, this

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

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expression shifted. “Hold on. Everyone, stop!”

were so consumed by their fury that they completely disregarded Sasha’s

reason was that the guards didn’t recognize Sasha. Otherwise, they wouldn’t have

reached out, seized a stun baton from a guard, and delivered