A Healer’s Journey

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!

shifted a few times before he said in a low voice, “All we want is Finnegan. If

Finnegan divert his gaze from her, refocusing on the imminent confrontation

his collar, maintaining the regal demeanor befitting the eldest son of the Royle family. “I didn’t expect you to

Finnegan interjected, cutting off Vilmar before he could continue. He turned his gaze toward Todd, who had managed to catch his

broken ribs, Todd gritted his teeth. “Perry, get your as*es out here!”

Todd’s mind-never confront

so formidable that he could

to cooperate with Finnegan as much as possible to mitigate the repercussions awaiting him for his

being ignored, Vilmar clenched his fists but held his tongue, waiting

the driver, while the other two were tasked with apprehending Josephine.

nodded. “Who hit her?”

stammering

Finnegan materialized in front

a firm grip. “In your next

surge of power emanated from Finnegan’s palm, and a sharp cracking sound echoed through the air, marking

stillness enveloped the scene, freezing the atmosphere, as widened eyes bore witness to the unexpected

broken by the terrified screams of

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

ahead and killed the person! Who the

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an air of casual indifference, casually tossing the thug with the crushed throat onto the

“If you do something wrong,

a swift motion, he seized the hands of

sound of tearing, echoed by the agonized screams of

tore off their arms, blood

“Ah!”

in the vicinity was once again punctuated by the terrified screams of women and the unsettling sounds of

grappled with the realization that Finnegan was unlike any of the nobodies

way, causing him to collapse onto the ground in

relentless brutality left everyone

two thugs flying, their severed

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

helped to his feet by his subordinates,

slashed at his own

horrified, stammered,

individual. Despite the pain from his broken hand, he mustered the courage to ask, “Mr.

even glancing back, Finnegan casually