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.

our bargaining

said in a low voice, “All we want is Finnegan. If she wants to leave, let her.”

and soundly did Finnegan divert his gaze from her, refocusing on the

the eldest son of the Royle family. “I

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

of his broken ribs, Todd gritted his teeth. “Perry, get

in Todd’s mind-never confront Finnegan head-on.

he could take on a hundred enemies

much as

fists but held his tongue, waiting to

emerged. One of them was the driver,

“Who hit her?”

his companions on either side, stammering out, “It… it was me. She was screaming

materialized in

hand closed around the thug’s throat with a firm grip. “In your next life, don’t go around

surge of power emanated from Finnegan’s palm, and a sharp cracking sound

enveloped the scene, freezing the atmosphere, as widened eyes bore

the terrified screams of

maintained his proud demeanor, couldn’t help

ahead and killed the person! Who the heck is he?

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Finnegan maintained an air of casual indifference, casually

sternly, “If you do something

he seized the hands of the two

sudden tug was the chilling sound of tearing, echoed by

their arms, blood splattering

“Ah!”

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

His face paled, and he grappled with the realization that Finnegan was unlike any of the nobodies he had encountered

to collapse onto the ground in

left everyone in utter shock.

kicks, he sent the two thugs flying, their severed hands left discarded on the ground.

your hands,

helped to his feet by

slashed at his own left hand, severing it from the elbow, and it thudded

instantly horrified, stammered,

he mustered the courage to ask, “Mr. Larkin, may

glancing back, Finnegan casually waved his

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