Favo Novel
Chapter 153
Chapter 153
Chapter 153 Do Not Disturb
Hogan Sabados, how dare you lay a hand on me? Don’t even think about collaborating with the Royle
family in the future! D*mn it! I can’t believe you guys are actually doing this. This isn’t over! I’ll never let
you off!” Vilmar shouted angrily before glaring at Finnegan. “Finnegan, you jerk! Tell them to stop right
now!”
As soon as one of them made the first move, the others stopped hesitating and began raining a
cascade of kicks and punches on Vilmar, Matthias, and Ariendel
Moreover, amidst the trio’s barrage of curses, those who had initially held back abandoned restraint,
revealing the underlying personal grudges at play.
“Darling, have you always been this cunning?” Alisha inched closer to Finnegan, her movement
appearing casual but intricately calculated as she pressed up against his arm.
Finnegan looked at her indifferently. “Do you think I’m in a good mood right now?”
A sudden chill surged within Alisha, prompting her to swiftly retract her alluring and coquettish Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.
demeanor, taking a step back.
“I’m just wondering if this is too much.”
At the end of the day, the animosity between Finnegan and Vilmar stemmed solely from what
happened during the drinking session last night.
Yet, Finnegan taught them the most severe lesson, escalating the conflict to the extent of taking a
person’s life.
With a detached expression, Finnegan averted his gaze. “They hurt someone dear to me. Even
annihilating their entire clan isn’t considered excessive.”
This was Finnegan’s principle.
While he tolerated personal affronts directed at himself, he would not allow any harm to befall those
dear to him. Hurting even a single strand of hair of those he loved would be an unpardonable
transgression.
Moreover, had he not been skillful enough, he might have lost his life by now.
Therefore, he saw no reason to go easy on them.
Alisha’s heart trembled as she realized that she might not have truly understood Finnegan, especially
when it came to his temperament.
“Enough!”
After a while, Finnegan finally told those people to stop.
Vilmar and the other two were already on the verge of death as they wailed and cried in pain.
“Finnegan, can we go now?” asked an alluring heiress from a prominent family, her expression tinged
with anxiety.
Finnegan nodded and asked, “Where is the item I told you to bring?”
Knowing that Finnegan was addressing her, Alisha signaled to the elite members behind her.
Several Wahlstrom family clites stepped forward, each bearing a box or two of wine.
“Our dispute started over a drinking bet, so let’s end it in the same way. Once you’ve finished these
forty- eight bottles of wine, you’re free to leave. If, however, you find yourself unable to finish, then
you’ll continue drinking until the task is complete!” Finnegan declared.
“What?” Everyone’s expressions changed.
Overwhelmed with fear, one man dropped to his knees as his legs gave way. “Finnegan, I drank until I
had a gastric bleed last night. Please spare me. You just said that if we beat up Mr. Vilmar and his
gang, we could leave. How can you go back on your word?”
The others were no less distressed, some visibly trembling at the mere sight of the alcohol.
“We’re still on IV drips. Drinking this much could kill us!”
“Please, have mercy. We can’t handle any more drinking!”
“I’m still recovering from last night; I’m begging you!”
They all pleaded desperately. Some even cried so hard that tears and snot streamed down their faces.
A few of them even went as far as to kneel down, relinquishing all traces of dignity.
Finnegan, however, ignored them with an indifferent expression. “Drag them aside. If they can’t drink,
force it down their throats. Only after they’ve finished every drop, take them to the hospital.”
Alisha’s face betrayed a flicker of fear, but she refrained from intervening.
Resigned, she directed the Wahlstrom family’s elites to drag those people to the back. The atmosphere
was soon punctuated by the unrelenting sounds of sorrow and pain, echoing through the air.
“I suppose you won’t dare to take advantage of your status and bully others in the future, would you?”
Finnegan remarked with a cold snort, approaching Vilmar and his two companions.
Vilmar, struggling to speak, managed to utter, “Finnegan, what more do you want?”
Matthias wanted to speak, but he didn’t even have the strength to do so.
Ariendel, her face scratched and swollen, pleaded in a muffled voice, “Finnegan, I’m sorry! I truly am!
Spare me this time, especially considering I’m Mandy’s best friend. I won’t dare to do it again!”
Finnegan squatted down in front of Vilmar, patting his swollen face. “You three are the real
masterminds. What do you think I should do with you? And… do you really regret your actions?”
It started out as a minor disagreement, and they were the ones who started it.
However, all they wanted was to bully others, and when they themselves were bullied, they were
adamant about seeking revenge, escalating the situation to this point.
Vilmar replied in a deep voice, “Yes. I admit defeat!”
After giving him a long, hard stare, Finnegan caught a glimpse of ruthlessness and hostility in his eyes.
It became evident that Vilmar was merely feigning remorse, harboring intentions of seeking revenge in
the future.
A surge of murderous intent welled up within Finnegan as he narrowed his eyes.
Vilmar keenly sensed Finnegan’s menacing aura, his eyes finally betraying panic. “Finnegan, I advise
you not to act recklessly. The Royle family holds a prestigious and affluent position in Nuthana. My
grandfather is highly revered in the local business realm, boasting an extensive network of
connections.”
Worried that Finnegan might actually do away with Vilmar, Alisha cautioned, “Finnegan, you can’t kill
Vilmar.
Killing him was a piece of cake, but if he were killed over this matter alone, no one could bear the
consequences.
Even the Wright family would be at their wits’ end.
However, Finnegan appeared oblivious to Alisha’s words, his unwavering gaze fixed firmly on Vilmar.
A moment later, he stood up and waved his hand dismissively. “Once those individuals finish their
drinks, take them all to the hospital.”
What is happening?
Alisha was shocked.
She had expected that, at the very least, Finnegan might cause severe harm to Vilmar and his
companions, possibly breaking their arms and legs.
However, to her surprise, Finnegan left without taking any action. The unexpected turn of events left
Alisha somewhat incredulous.
Nevertheless, this turn of events was a relief for her, as the Wahlstrom family wouldn’t need to worry
about dealing with the aftermath.
“Send them all to the hospital later.”
Alisha quickly caught up with Finnegan after relaying the orders.
Ariendel asked in a daze, “Mr. Vilmar, did Finnegan really let us go?”
Even though they were beaten up, the fate of those who were forced to drink was worse than theirs.
Vilmar let out a long sigh of relief, no longer hiding the anger and desire for revenge he had been
harboring. “This is the power of hierarchy. We can do whatever we want to him and even kill him. He
wouldn’t dare retaliate!”
Ariendel touched her face, wincing in pain. “But I feel even more uneasy after he left. There’s this
inexplicable sense of panic.
Vilmar laboriously sat up from the ground, watching Finnegan’s retreating figure. His gaze was filled
with an insatiable thirst for revenge. “That’s just your imagination,” he said.
“One day, I’ll make him regret this!” he added.
On their way out, Alisha noticed that Finnegan’s expression remained indifferent, which further piqued
her curiosity.
She asked, “Are you just going to let them off like this? Shouldn’t you teach them a lesson?”
For some reason, she had a feeling that Finnegan had done something she wasn’t aware of.
Finnegan looked ahead and saw Josephine running toward him from the intersection. “Why bother
arguing with people who are about to die soon?”
“People who are about to die soon?” Alisha was taken aback.
Finnegan ignored her. “Continue with your tasks. Inform me immediately if anything changes.”
As Josephine approached, Alisha had no choice but to nod and walk away, filled with confusion.
Josephine threw herself into Finnegan’s arms as soon as she got close enough. “How are you? I heard
screams at the intersection. Are you okay?”
“I was, but I won’t be okay if you keep hugging me like this.”
Josephine anxiously asked, “Are you injured? Did I touch your wound?”
Clearing his throat, Finnegan whispered something into Josephine’s ear.
Josephine’s cheeks instantly turned bright red. She pushed Finnegan away, exclaiming, “How dare you
tease me, you jerk!”