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.

our bargaining chip!

a low voice, “All we want is Finnegan.

safely and soundly did Finnegan divert his gaze from her,

eldest son of the Royle family. “I didn’t expect you to have ties with the Wahlstrom family. What a surprise!

Josephine? Who slapped her?” Finnegan interjected, cutting off Vilmar before he could continue. He turned his gaze toward Todd, who

gritted his teeth. “Perry, get your as*es out

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

he could take on a hundred enemies single-handedly.

all he could do now was to cooperate with Finnegan as much as

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

three thugs emerged. One of them was the driver, while the other two were tasked with apprehending

nodded. “Who hit her?”

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

an instant, Finnegan materialized

a firm grip. “In your next life, don’t go around hitting

palm, and a sharp cracking sound echoed through the air, marking the consequences of

the atmosphere, as widened eyes bore

the

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

actually went ahead and killed the person! Who the

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

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

he seized the hands of the

tearing, echoed by the

arms, blood splattering everywhere.

“Ah!”

of women and the unsettling sounds

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

found his legs giving way, causing him to collapse onto the ground in a state of utter disbelief as he murmured, “How can

brutality left everyone in utter

the two thugs flying, their severed

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

to his feet by his subordinates, and his expression tensed.

he slashed at his own

instantly horrified, stammered,

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

Finnegan casually waved his hand.