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

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

divert his gaze from her, refocusing on

the Royle family. “I didn’t expect you to have ties

before he could continue. He

of his broken ribs, Todd gritted his teeth. “Perry, get your as*es

echoed in Todd’s mind-never

formidable that he could take on a hundred enemies single-handedly.

cooperate with Finnegan as much as

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

the driver, while the other two were tasked with

“Who

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

instant, Finnegan materialized in front of him.

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

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

atmosphere, as widened

by the terrified screams of

his proud

killed the person!

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casual indifference, casually tossing the thug with the crushed throat onto the ground.

his attention to the remaining two, he remarked sternly, “If you do something wrong, you have to pay the price!”

swift motion, he seized the hands of

sudden tug was the chilling sound of tearing, echoed

off their arms, blood

“Ah!”

air in the vicinity was once again punctuated by the terrified screams of

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

collapse onto the ground in a state of utter disbelief as he murmured, “How can this

everyone in

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

want one of your hands, is that okay?” Finnegan said.

by his subordinates,

a dagger from his waist, and without a moment’s hesitation, he slashed at his own left hand,

instantly horrified, stammered, “Todd?”

was a resilient individual. Despite the pain from his broken hand, he mustered the

glancing back, Finnegan

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