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!

a low voice, “All we want is Finnegan. If she wants to

after making sure Josephine left safely and soundly did Finnegan divert his gaze

regal demeanor befitting the eldest son of the Royle family. “I didn’t expect you to have ties with the Wahlstrom family. What

Josephine? Who slapped her?” Finnegan interjected, cutting off Vilmar before he could continue.

gritted his teeth. “Perry, get your

Todd’s mind-never

formidable that he could take on a

much as possible to mitigate the repercussions awaiting

clenched his fists but held his tongue, waiting to

the surrounding crowd, three thugs emerged. One of them was the driver, while the other

nodded. “Who

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

materialized in front of

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

sound echoed

widened eyes bore witness to the

by the terrified

who still maintained his proud demeanor, couldn’t

and killed the

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

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

motion, he seized the hands of the

the chilling sound of tearing, echoed

arms, blood splattering

“Ah!”

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

his composure. 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 a state of utter disbelief as he murmured, “How can this be?

relentless brutality left everyone in utter shock.

swift, precise kicks, he sent the two thugs flying, their severed

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

by his subordinates, and his

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

instantly horrified,

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

back, Finnegan casually waved his