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.”

daughter of Gilbert, the wealthiest man in town, Finnegan reckoned there was

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

“A real

her grip on Finnegan and returned the shake. “Likewise, the pleasure is all mine.”

was

joined you guys

Lindsey frowned.

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

he had been worried about how he’d have to be alone with Lindsey.

out of here! How dare you cause

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

hit the

swollen face, Finnegan rushed forward without hesitation.

Casper. Finnegan and Casper were as tight as siblings as they had grown up

He quickly wiped his blood from his

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

all over, and he even had footprints on his

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

went

gift to Kathleen for

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. Got a

Casper to his feet, his expression

how about I give you a taste of your own medicine

laughter as though they’d just heard

grew even darker as he

shouted urgently, “Finnegan, don’t!”

well.

Sasha could finish, Finnegan unleashed a roundhouse kick on the leader

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

mall as onlookers stared wide-eyed at the unfolding

out of his mind? The mall belongs to Mr. Miles!

and bellowed, “Quick, this guy’s trouble

to their senses, brandishing stun batons as they charged

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“Hold on.

and the guards were so consumed

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

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