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.”

the daughter of Gilbert, the wealthiest man in town,

while nodding. It was plain as day that she wasn’t buying Finnegan’s story about them being mere good friends.

out her hand for a shake. “A real pleasure to

Finnegan and returned the shake. “Likewise,

handshake was brief.

if I joined you guys for lunch? Our paths

Lindsey frowned.

you know you’re being rude? And what’s

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

here! How dare you cause a

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

in pain as he hit the ground, rolling a good two

up, revealing his swollen face, Finnegan rushed forward without hesitation. “Casper!”

man was none other than Casper. Finnegan and Casper were

saw Finnegan. He quickly wiped his blood from his nose.

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brings you here? Do me a favor and pretend you didn’t witness all this. And please, keep it

bruised all over, and he

turned to the

went pale.

to Kathleen for their twenty-fifth wedding anniversary.

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

of security flashed a smile that 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

helped Casper to his feet, his expression

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

though they’d

expression grew even darker as he headed toward the security personnel.

urgently, “Finnegan, don’t!”

well.

roundhouse kick on the

off guard by Finnegan’s sudden attack, the security officer was sent flying

fell over the mall as onlookers stared wide-eyed at the

guy out of his mind? The mall belongs to Mr.

his chest and bellowed, “Quick,

snapped back to their senses, brandishing stun batons as

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“Hold on. Everyone, stop!”

Finnegan paid her no heed, and the guards were so consumed by their fury

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

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