A Healer’s Journey

Chapter 151

Chapter 151 Not Afraid Of You

Ms. Wahlstrom’s friend, the savior of Old Mr. Wahlstrom?

Todd’s words echoed through the room, silencing the crowd.

As esteemed members of the Bellridge elite, Vilmar and his associates were familiar with Alisha and Theoden.

Yet, a question lingered in their minds. But aren’t the Langdons Finnegan’s closest acquaintances?

“You bunch of idiots are the death of me!” Todd shouted. He no longer cared that Matthias was his cousin, nor did he care about Vilmar, the person he had just tried to please. “Liam Sable of Regi Group and also Gablurg-

Before Todd could continue listing Finnegan’s accomplishments, Finnegan swiftly interrupted, delivering another forceful kick. “Shut it!”

This kick landed with greater intensity than the last, resulting in the audible snap of two of Todd’s ribs breaking.

A gut-wrenching cry escaped Todd’s l*ps as he curled up, writhing in pain on the ground.

A sudden chill swept through the room, and the look in the eyes of everyone present changed as they stared at Finnegan.

Dozens of Todd’s subordinates, despite their courage, dared not make a move.

Even if they had ten times the courage, they wouldn’t dare to lay a finger on the Wahlstrom family’s acquaintance.

Finnegan, however, displayed an air of nonchalance, as if he had just done something trivial. Stepping over Todd, he casually made his way toward Josephine.

“Finnegan!”

As Finnegan approached, Josephine’s fear overwhelmed her. Rising abruptly, she threw herself into his arms, tears streaming down her face.

Finnegan’s initial indifference gave way to a tender expression, and he gently patted Josephine on the back, reassuring her, “I’m here; everything will be all right.”

With tears still in her eyes, Josephine asked, “What’s happening?”

Finnegan, noticing a handprint on Josephine’s face, furrowed his brows in concern. “Let me explain later. For now, please leave and wait for me at the intersection ahead.”

Anticipating a night stained with bloodshed, he was determined to shield Josephine from the impending brutality. He couldn’t bear for her to witness the violent scene,

Josephine cast a glance at Vilmar and the others, who were intimidated by the prestige of the Wahlstrom family. Recognizing she wouldn’t be of much help even if she stayed, she said, “Be careful.”

“Mr. Vilmar?*

Ariendel’s expression tensed when Josephine got ready to leave.

bargaining chip!

voice, “All we want is

Finnegan divert his

the eldest son of the Royle family. “I didn’t expect you to have ties with

continue. He turned his gaze toward Todd, who

the pain of his broken ribs, Todd gritted his teeth. “Perry,

echoed in Todd’s mind-never

formidable that he could take

all he could do now was to cooperate with Finnegan as much as possible to mitigate the repercussions awaiting him for his

held his tongue, waiting to see Finnegan’s

One of them was the driver,

“Who hit

thugs shot a quick glance at his companions on either side, stammering out, “It… it

an instant, Finnegan materialized in front of him.

with a firm grip. “In your next

sound echoed

the atmosphere, as widened eyes bore witness to the unexpected turn of events.

eerie hush was broken by the terrified screams of a

Vilmar, who still maintained his proud demeanor, couldn’t help but shudder inwardly,

the person! Who the heck is

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gravity of the situation, Finnegan maintained an air of casual indifference, casually tossing the thug with the crushed throat onto

attention to the remaining two, he remarked sternly, “If you do

motion, he seized the hands of the two

chilling sound of tearing, echoed

their arms,

“Ah!”

punctuated by the terrified screams of women

paled, and he grappled with the realization that Finnegan

more terrified. He found his legs giving way, causing him to collapse onto the ground in a state of

everyone in utter

thugs flying, their severed hands left discarded on the ground.

also want one of your hands, is that okay?”

helped to his feet by his subordinates, and

without a moment’s hesitation, he slashed at his own left hand, severing it from the elbow, and

instantly horrified, stammered,

his broken hand, he mustered the courage to ask, “Mr. Larkin,

back, Finnegan

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