A Healer’s Journey (Finnegan and Nuthana) Novel novel Chapter 37

Chapter 37 Go With His Order 

After dinner, everyone went to one of the biggest nightclubs in Jadeborough, Ark Bar. 

At almost forty years old, Jessica found such a place too raucous, so she did not tag along. 

“Finnegan, I reserved an ordinary booth, but I think it’s too far back and cramped. Shall we change it to a VIP booth?” 

Without Jessica there, Dexter started letting himself go. As soon as they stepped into the bar, he acted like he was rolling in money and proposed to upgrade the booth. He was seemingly trying to attract Lindsey’s attention as his gaze shifted to her every so often. 

Regretfully, Lindsey’s eyes remained fixed on Finnegan throughout it all. That intensified Dexter’s resentment toward the latter. 

Argh! I don’t believe I’ll lose to this toy boy! 

Needless to say, Finnegan was all too aware of Dexter’s petty intentions. 

Pointing right ahead, he suggested, “Let’s take that one, then. What do you think?” 

As Dexter cast his gaze in the direction where Finnegan was pointing; then, the corners of his mouth twitched imperceptibly. 

That was the best seat in the whole of Ark Bar and came with a minimum spend of a hundred thousand. 

Although Rhiannon had never been to a bar, she still had some common sense. She quickly tugged at Finnegan. “Any booth would do, Finn. There’s no need to go for something extravagant.” 

Initially, Dexter was still wavering about the matter. 

Seeing that, however, he felt that Finnegan was deliberately acting thriftlessly to get a leg up on him. As though he was afraid that the man would go back on his word, he immediately whirled around and beckoned at a server. “We’re canceling the original booth. Get us the VIP booth next to the stage!” 

Subsequently, he feigned consideration for Finnegan and asked, “Uh… your family’s relocation funds are probably only enough for a down payment now. Are you sure this is 

fine?” 

His hypocrisy in asking such a pointless question despite having already ordered the server to make the arrangements annoyed Finnegan such that the man was seized by the urge to beat him to a pulp. 

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But as he already had a far more interesting idea in mind, he merely a*sured him with a grin. “Yeah Let’s enjoy ourselves tonight. The cost doesn’t matter at all.” 

“Great! I love decisive people like you! Let’s go over!” 

They all went over to the VIP booth and sat down. As per the norm, the spotlights on the stage swept over the booth twice so that everyone in the bar could see the patrons seated there. That provided great gratification to the egos of the group of students who were still in university. They all began putting on airs, acting like heirs and heiresses. 

At the same time, they did not forget to praise Amelia and Dexter to the skies, thanking them for widening their horizons once more. 

Sick of watching it, Lindsey interjected, “Tonight’s expenses will be shared between Amelia’s and Rhia’s brothers. Aren’t you all leaving someone out?” 

Following her remark, everyone flushed bright red in mortification. For a moment, the atmosphere turned awkward. 

Nancy was the only one to utter smilingly, “Thank you, Finnegan and Rhia.” 

In the next instant, Xandra drawled scornfully, “Don’t be so hasty, Nancy. Who knows, Ms. Lindsey might be the person you should be thanking later.” 

“Don’t be so derisive and look down on others. Just wait and see. I’m not going to fork out at single penny,” Lindsey riposted frankly, not bothering to let her off for saying such a thing. 

At that precise moment, four skimpily-dressed beauties sashayed over and lit the candles on the table. A woman with an exquisite figure, who was probably the manager, then proceeded to come over with a menu for drinks. “May I know who’ll be placing the order?” 

Since the minimum spend for that booth was a hundred thousand, Dexter waved a hand, looking beyond domineering. “There’s no need to look at the menu. Give us two bottles of Louis XIII and a fruit platter. Also, we want a few dozen beers.” 

A bottle of Louis XIII cost over sixty thousand in a bar, and two bottles would add. about a hundred and thirty thousand. 

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Coupled with a fruit platter and a few beers, the bill would have exceeded one hundred and fourteen thousand. 

Unexpectedly, Finnegan raised his hand languidly. “Wait!” 

Dexter was stunned for a while, mistakenly a*suming the man was intimidated. “We agreed upon this previously. It’d be a downer if you were to go back down now that we’re already 

seated.” 

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Amelia and the others eyed Finnegan disdainfully, likewise thinking that he was going back on his word. 

Conversely, a meaningful smile bloomed on Finnegan’s face. “Who said I’m backing down? I merely feel that it’s enough to drink one type of wine. Otherwise, it’s easy to get drunk.” 

“Don’t tell me you want to order beer all around? If so, we won’t be able to drink a hundred thousand worth of beer even if we were to drink ourselves into the hospital,” Amelia mocked. 

“Pretty, please give us a bottle of Louis XIII Supreme per head first. Then, we’ll have three servings of the best side dishes and snacks here! 

Dexter, who had just picked up a gla*s of water with a cryptic expression, smirked surreptitiously. 

When it dawned upon him that Finnegan was serious, his face promptly flushed bright red. “Finnegan, Ark Bar is Mr. Calandrino’s property in Jadeborough, and patrons can’t get off without paying.” 

Louis XIII Supreme was even more expensive than the Louis XIII he ordered just now, at over eighty thousand a bottle. Even with a discount, the lowest price would be eighty thousand. 

There were nineteen of them there, and the bill would rack up to over one point five million, excluding other expenses. 

Worse still, it was just a few mouthfuls. If they were to continue ordering, the bill would. balloon up to an astronomical figure. 

Grinning, Finnegan offered, “If you can’t afford it, I can foot the bill. You don’t need to pay at single cent!” 

Naturally, Amelia could not withstand such humiliation. She hastily tugged at Dexter. 

“Dexter!” 

Similarly inflamed, Dexter boomed, “A bottle per person isn’t enough! Let’s have two bottles per person!” 

He felt that Finnegan was again trying to get a leg up on him, so he was determined to stand. his ground. 

We’ll only need to pay when the wine has been served, and we’ve confirmed the order anyway. There’s still a chance to reconsider. 

However, Rhiannon panicked. “We’re fine with just some beer, Dexter.” 

At that sight, Dexter was further convinced that Finnegan was putting on an act. Otherwise, it 

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made no sense for Rhiannon to be so nervous.