A Healer’s Journey (Finnegan and Nuthana) Novel novel Chapter 112

Chapter 112 Not Even The Wrights 

“Ms. Lindsey, could you please give me a bit of personal space?” 

Finnegan had just stepped out of the car in the Kathleen Mall parking lot when Lindsey pressed close to him. 

She was dressed in a short strapless dress adorned with a floral pattern. Her makeup was light, lending her a more youthful and S**y appearance than her typical composed, capable demeanor. 

She was catching the eyes of men all around. However, Finnegan felt somewhat overwhelmed. 

Lindsey linked her arm with his as if they were a couple. “Don’t you get that this is about keeping up appearances? Most people can only dream of having such a beautiful woman like me by their side. I’m sure they’re all jealous of you.” 

“Jealous? I’m starting to feel like they’re looking at me like they want to beat me up out of sheer envy.” 

Lindsey rolled her eyes at Finnegan and let out an annoyed snort. “You’re impossible!” 

Linked arm in arm, they strolled into Kathleen Mall toward a restaurant Lindsey had reserved ahead of time. 

“Mr. Larkin!” 

As they neared the entrance, a cheerful female voice rang out, sounding delighted. 

Finnegan turned, his gaze immediately drawn to the source of the voice. “Ms. Miles.” 

Sasha, dressed in a couture dress that elegantly accentuated her figure, approached them. 

The arrogance that had accompanied Sasha during her initial encounter with Finnegan had now dissipated. “Mr. Larkin, are you here for some shopping? And who might this be?” 

Her gaze, brimming with curiosity, shifted to Lindsey. 

Is Mr. Larkin a scumbag? I thought he was in a relationship with Bernice. Yet here he is, with another 

woman 

Meanwhile, Lindsey went on her guard, her fingers instinctively tightening around Finnegan’s arm. 

Her protective stance left no doubt that she was safeguarding her territory. 

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Finnegan winced in silence as a sharp pain shot through his arm. 

Hug my arm all you want, but could you kindly spare me from pain? 

However, Finnegan found himself without much choice except to put on a tough front. “We’ve come for lunch. This here is Lindsey Jennings, a senior at my sister’s school. We’re just good friends. Ms. Lindsey, I’d like you to meet Sasha Miles.” 

As for Sasha’s background as the daughter of Gilbert, the wealthiest man in town, Finnegan reckoned there was no need to bring it up. 

Sasha shot him a knowing look while nodding. It was plain as day that she wasn’t buying Finnegan’s story about them being mere good friends. 

Still, she stretched out her hand for a shake. “A real pleasure to make your acquaintance, Ms. Jennings 

Lindsey released her grip on Finnegan and returned the shake. “Likewise, the pleasure is all mine.” 

The handshake was brief. 

“Mr. Larkin, can I be forthright and ask if you’d mind if I joined you guys for lunch? Our paths crossing isn’t a common occurrence, after all.” 

Lindsey frowned. 

Why bother asking when you know you’re being rude? And what’s her deal with Finnegan? She’s pretty charming. 

Finnegan felt relief wash over him at Sasha’s words, as he had been worried about how he’d have to be alone with Lindsey. 

“Get out of here! How dare you cause a ruckus in Kathleen Mall?” 

However, before Finnegan could respond to Sasha, a commotion erupted. Seven b*dyguards forcefully ushered a young man toward the exit, or more accurately, kicked him out. 

The young man grunted in pain as he hit the ground, rolling a good two or three meters. 

When the young man looked up, revealing his swollen face, Finnegan rushed forward without hesitation. “Casper!” 

The young man was none other than Casper. Finnegan and Casper were as tight as siblings as they had grown up together. 

Casper was stunned when he saw Finnegan. He quickly wiped his blood from his nose. 

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“Finnegan, what brings you here? Do me a favor and pretend you didn’t witness all this. And please, keep it from my mom and sister.” 

Casper’s face was bruised all over, and he even had footprints on his back. 

Finnegan’s face clouded over as he turned to the b*dyguards. “Why did you hit him?” 

Sasha’s face went pale. 

The mall was Gilbert’s gift to Kathleen for their twenty-fifth wedding anniversary. 

A sense of impending doom crept over Sasha, given that Finnegan’s friend had been beaten up by the mall’s security. 

The head of security flashed a smile that dripped with condescension. “He’s the one causing a scene here at the mall. Besides, so what if we beat him up because we didn’t like how he looked? This place is registered under Mrs. Miles name. Got a problem with that?” 

Finnegan helped Casper to his feet, his expression dark. 

“Is that so? Well, how about I give you a taste of your own medicine since I don’t like how you look either?” 

“Hahaha!” The b*dyguards erupted into laughter as though they’d just heard the world’s funniest joke. 

Finnegan’s expression grew even darker as he headed toward the security personnel. 

Casper shouted urgently, “Finnegan, don’t!” 

Sasha grew anxious as well. “Mr. Larkin, I-” 

Before Sasha could finish, Finnegan unleashed a roundhouse kick on the leader of the security guards. 

Caught off guard by Finnegan’s sudden attack, the security officer was sent flying before crashing through a gla*s door. 

A hush fell over the mall as onlookers stared wide-eyed at the unfolding spectacle. 

Is this guy out of his mind? The mall belongs to Mr. Miles! He has some guts to cause trouble here! 

The head of security clutched his chest and bellowed, “Quick, this guy’s trouble too! Take him down!” 

The remaining guards snapped back to their senses, brandishing stun batons as they charged at Finnegan. 

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Sasha’s expression shifted. “Hold on. Everyone, stop!” 

Nonetheless, Finnegan paid her no heed, and the guards were so consumed by their fury that they completely disregarded Sasha’s pleas. 

The other reason was that the guards didn’t recognize Sasha. Otherwise, they wouldn’t have dared defy her wishes. 

In one swift motion, Finnegan reached out, seized a stun baton from a guard, and delivered a blow to his head. 

A resounding thud echoed as the guard collapsed to the floor with a scream of pain, blood oozing from his head. 

The remaining guards stood stunned by Finnegan’s unrelenting aggression. 

However, Finnegan didn’t allow them the chance to recover from their shock and rethink their actions. He lunged into their midst, wielding the stun baton, and swiftly incapacitated them, one after another. 

Broken arms and legs were the result of their confrontation with Finnegan; having a bleeding head was considered a minor injury. 

Within a minute, all seven of the security personnel lay on the ground, wailing in agony.