The Healing Avenger novel Chapter 16

Thinking Sasha came to cause trouble for Finnegan because of what happened earlier, Bernice stood in front of the man without thinking twice and said, “Sasha, what are you trying to do now?”

The way she shielded him was the same when Killian came to mess with Finnegan.

All of a sudden, Finnegan was moved by her actions.

Meanwhile, Sasha, who had looked into Finnegan's history, mocked, “Bernice, he's just your savior. He's not your boyfriend. Why are you so agitated?”

Though they were a part of the Four Beauties of Jadeborough, the Miles family was several times more powerful than the Zimmerman family.

Even so, Bernice was always recognized as the top among the Four Beauties of Jadeborough. That was why Sasha resented Bernice.

Hence, it was natural for Sasha to mock Bernice when she saw the latter protecting Finnegan that way.

Annoyed, Bernice snapped, “Don't spout nonsense, Sasha. I just don't want you causing trouble for Finnegan.”

“Don't worry. Finnegan's not worth my time. I just want him to take a look at my dad because Dr. Cooper says his medical skills are not bad. I wouldn't have bothered to look for him if that was not the case,” said Sasha with disdain.

She then cast Finnegan a condescending gaze and uttered as if she was doing charity, “Let's go. Come home with me to have a look at my dad. If you can cure him, our family will give you ten million. On top of that, we'll resolve the grudge between you and Killian. We can also let your father return to his teaching position.”

That was the decision she made after looking into Finnegan's personal life, and she was sure he would agree to it.

Finnegan would never be a match for the Chomsky family with his average background, even if he had Bernice protecting him.

Bernice turned around to gaze at Finnegan with a glint in her eyes.

If the Miles family was really willing to stand up for Finnegan, the Chomsky family and Killian might not dare to bother Finnegan anymore.

After all, the Miles family was the richest family in Jadeborough, and Gilbert was the president of Jadeborough's chamber of commerce. They were more powerful than the Chomsky family, to a certain extent.

Nevertheless, Finnegan said, “I'll take my leave now, Ms. Zimmerman. You should go home and rest early, too.”

With that, Finnegan walked away without glancing at Sasha.

He could not be bothered to entertain someone who behaved so high and mighty when asking for a favor.

When Sasha came to her senses, she yelled, “Finnegan! Stop right there!”

Alas, Finnegan ignored her and continued making his way to the exit.

Sasha hollered, “Stop him!”

The four bodyguards of the Miles family ran over and blocked Finnegan's way.

Seeing that, Bernice shouted, “What do you want, Sasha? Are you going to force Finnegan to treat Mr. Miles?”

“I can afford to do that,” Sasha responded. Throwing Finnegan an icy glare, she hissed, “I'm giving you two options. Either you come back with me to treat my father, or my men will drag you home. You'd better think wisely.”

Sasha's tone was laced with threat.

Finnegan demanded, “Get out of my way.”

Regardless, the four muscular bodyguards did not budge.

Sasha scoffed, “Looks like you're choosing the second option.” Subsequently, she shot the bodyguards a look.

Two bodyguards each took a side and charged at Finnegan.

“Sasha, tell them to stop now!” yelled Bernice anxiously as she was about to call Patrick to send over some bodyguards.

Just then, Finnegan raised his hands and grabbed the two bodyguards' wrists. The bodyguards were unfazed. They prepared to free themselves from his hold and take him down by force, only to discover it was useless no matter how much force they exerted. Finnegan's hands were like pincer pliers restraining their hands.

Not noticing that, Sasha hollered impatiently, “What are you guys doing? Hurry up!”

As soon as she said that, Finnegan pressed his hands downward. The bodyguards suddenly felt that their bodies were heavy, and they fell to their knees with a bang, forming cracks in the ground.

The other two bodyguards quickly grabbed at Finnegan, but before they could even reach him, they felt a stabbing pain in their abdomen. Without wasting any second, Finnegan sent them each flying backward with a kick.

The four bodyguards crashed to the ground and wailed in pain.

Bernice gaped at Finnegan in shock, with her phone still in her hand. She had completely forgotten about wanting to make the phone call.

Never in her wildest dreams did she expect Finnegan to be capable of defeating several well-trained bodyguards.

That was not what Sasha expected as well.

She instinctively took two steps backward when Finnegan shifted his attention to her. However, she quickly regained her confidence as soon as she remembered who she was. “Finnegan, have you considered the consequences of offending my family in Jadeborough? Aren't you afraid something might happen to your parents?”

Finnegan's expression darkened instantly. “Shut up, Sasha!”

Threatening Finnegan with his family was practically crossing the line.

He spun around and marched toward Sasha while glowering at her. He could tolerate Sasha's unruly behavior and even forgive her for offending him, but he could not let her threaten him using his family.

Sasha felt a chill run down her spine when she met his icy gaze. She could not help but shudder. “You'd better not do anything rash, Finnegan. I'm the daughter of the Miles family.”

However, Finnegan could not care less about her identity.

“Stop!”

When Finnegan arrived before Sasha, whose face was pale and drenched in sweat, Kathleen showed up with Trey and dozens of bodyguards. She had tagged along for fear of Sasha messing things up.

Sure enough, Sasha did exactly what Kathleen had predicted.

Seeing her mother was like seeing a ray of hope. Sasha ran to Kathleen, saying, “Mom, this b*stard is being ungrateful. Not only—”

Smack!

Kathleen slapped Sasha, which was uncharacteristic of her. “Shut up!”

Sasha instantly fell silent with tears welling up in her eyes.

Kathleen glowered at Sasha for a while before approaching Finnegan and apologizing, “Sashie has been spoiled by us. That's why she offended you. Please forgive her for being ignorant.”

“Why should I forgive her? Besides, doesn't she know how to apologize for herself?”

Kathleen was taken aback by Finnegan's reaction, but she did not lose her temper. “Sashie, apologize to Mr. Larkin.”

Despite not wanting to give in, Sasha still walked over reluctantly. “I'm sorry.”

“I think you'll sound more sincere if you apologize on your knees.”

His words stunned Bernice and the Miles family, but Bernice felt at ease when she recalled Patrick kneeling before Finnegan.

Kathleen was slightly enraged to hear that. “It's indeed Sashie's fault for offending you several times, but isn't it too much to make her kneel?”

Finnegan pointed at Sasha while looking straight at Kathleen, who did not look her age. “If she kneels, your family can still come to me for medical treatment. But if she doesn't, then you'll never get the chance to seek my help.”

Kathleen was thinking of dismissing the matter just like that since she never expected Finnegan to be so assertive.

Of course, Kathleen would never let Sasha go on her knees.

Just as Kathleen was about to say something, her phone rang.

What?

Isn't he from a normal family? How is he making the head of Walund's underworld so protective of him to the point of threatening to cut ties with the Miles family if we were to upset him?

He glanced at the sensual woman, who was, once again, in an alluring red dress. With a curl of his lips, Finnegan said, “You were the one who called Mrs. Miles, weren't you?” Kathleen wouldn't have changed her demeanor so quickly otherwise.

“Not exactly.” Alisha gloomily looked away when she realized Finnegan was avoiding her advances again. “But Old Mr. Miles once lent a helping hand to my grandpa when he was in his toughest times, so our families visit each other on New Year. That's why I wanted to mediate between you and the Miles family when I realized there was a conflict between you two. I was hoping to save the Wahlstrom family from the eventual awkwardness.”

If she did not intervene, the Wahlstrom family would eventually have to side with Finnegan. The conflict between the Wahlstrom family and the Miles family would be inevitable at that point.

Finnegan nodded and closed his eyes.

As long as Sasha obediently remained kneeling until the next evening, he would not fully hold the Miles family accountable for what they had done.

When Alisha heard nothing else from Finnegan, she deliberately uttered in a high-pitched voice, “Mr. Larkin, the night is still young. Why don't we go somewhere and have a drink?”

Her grandfather had ordered her to sleep with Finnegan. If she failed at her task, her allowance would be cut by ninety percent.

Although she did not know why her grandfather was so adamant about that, she believed her grandfather would not ask her to do anything that would harm her. Furthermore, she did not mind hooking up with Finnegan, who had decent looks.

Finnegan opened his eyes and responded without missing a beat, “Forget it. I'm afraid you might take advantage of me.”

Alisha rolled her eyes and grumbled, “You hurt my feelings, Mr. Larkin.”

“Better than having you tire me out.”

The seduction attempt failed, and Alisha had no choice but to send Finnegan back. She let him out of the car at the junction a hundred meters away from the Larkin residence.

Then, Finnegan walked home while Alisha watched with dissatisfaction.

However, he halted in his tracks when he was a dozen of meters away from his home. Arching his brow, he then walked toward the left alley as he muttered under his breath, “I drank too much. I really need to relieve myself.”

Once he stepped into the alley, he began relieving himself while facing the wall.

Several sets of footsteps abruptly sounded out behind him, and a few men appeared. One was wearing a black tank top, his muscles bulging. He seemed physically powerful.

The look in his eyes was stern and vicious, and he had a dark expression on his face.

Pulling up his pants, Finnegan turned around and said, “It looks like you've been waiting around my place for a long time.”

Oscar Goldberg froze before sneering. “So you're saying that you lured us here?”

Finnegan nodded. “There are still some tenants who have yet to move away. It would be bad to frighten them. Still, is this all the Chomsky family has got? You only brought five people to take me down?”

The only group he had a conflict with within the entire Jadeborough was the Chomsky family, so Finnegan was certain that the Chomskys had sent those people.

Oscar was impressed, and he said, “No wonder you dared to lay a finger on Mr. Killian. It seems like you have some brains and some skills. Nonetheless, you're too arrogant. You mustn't be this arrogant around me!”

He had been a disciple of a master fighter, and he was capable enough to easily defeat a hundred people on his own. That was why Tristan spent ten million every year to keep him working under the Chomskys.

It was also why Oscar did not think Finnegan was a threat despite hearing that Finnegan seemed like a talented individual.

Finnegan shook his head and chucked. He did not want to waste his breath arguing with Oscar about that. “Tristan must have other instructions for you, right? I noticed that you didn't strike immediately.”

Oscar dropped his smile and said, “Mr. Chomsky has asked me to give you two choices. First choice: You'll come back with me and cure Mr. Killian. Second choice: I'll break your legs and bring you back to cure Mr. Killian. Also, you can't say that Mr. Killian's condition has nothing to do with you. We've done our research.”

Finnegan narrowed his eyes and responded, “But I want neither choice, and I'll never cure Killian.”

An icy look manifested on Oscar's face. “It looks like I'll have to make a choice for you then.”

The five men in black who came with Oscar instantly darted toward Finnegan. One threw his fist at Finnegan in a vicious manner. They were certainly more proficient in a fight than ordinary gangsters.

Finnegan immediately stopped smiling and dodged it. The one who swung his fist never expected Finnegan to respond so quickly. Unable to retract his punch, he ended up slamming his fist against the wall, and he inhaled sharply from the pain.

In the next second, Finnegan punched him in the face, breaking the bridge of his nose. Blood spurted out of his nose like a jet of water, and he fell to the ground with a scream.

Oscar was momentarily astonished. “No wonder he sent me here. It looks like I'm up against someone powerful.”