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

before he said in a low voice, “All we want is Finnegan.

soundly did Finnegan divert his gaze from her, refocusing

son of the Royle family. “I didn’t expect you

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

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

in Todd’s mind-never

formidable that he could take on a hundred enemies

was to cooperate with Finnegan as much as possible to mitigate

Vilmar clenched his fists but held his tongue, waiting to see Finnegan’s

the driver, while

nodded. “Who hit

shot a quick glance at his companions on either side, stammering out, “It… it was me. She was screaming and shouting

an instant, Finnegan materialized

the thug’s throat with a firm grip. “In

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

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

broken by the terrified screams of a few

who still maintained his proud

and killed the person!

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air of casual indifference, casually tossing the thug

he remarked sternly, “If you do something

a swift motion, he seized the hands of the two

tug was the chilling sound of tearing, echoed by

off their arms, blood

“Ah!”

screams of women and the unsettling sounds of retching from those who were timid.

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

causing him to collapse onto the ground in a state of utter disbelief as he murmured, “How can this be? How

left everyone

two thugs flying, their severed hands left discarded

also want one of your hands, is that

helped to his feet by his subordinates, and

he slashed at his own left

horrified, stammered,

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

even glancing back, Finnegan casually waved

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