A Healer’s Journey (Finnegan and Nuthana)

Chapter 309

Chapter 309 Conflict

As an Enigma Realm fighter of Preliminary Rank, Jacqueline’s speed was simply beyond what an

ordinary person like Alisha could react to or defend against.

It was clear that Jacqueline’s straightforward and efficient method of slapping someone wasn’t her first

time.

Slap!

A crisp sound echoed.

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A figure was sent flying, crashing into a chair with such force that it shattered instantly.

However, everyone was left dumbfounded.

The person who was sent flying was not Alisha but Jacqueline.

The person who slapped her was Finnegan. Unbeknownst to her, he had positioned himself in front of

Alisha, striking Jacqueline with a slap before anyone else could.

Upon regaining her senses, Alisha was deeply moved. “Finnegan!”

Jacqueline was Marisol’s most cherished god-granddaughter. Theoden had always taken care of the

people at Fleur Villa. Furthermore, Jacqueline’s master was the president of Southern Martial Arts

Alliance.

Hence, she was almost fully prepared to take the slap.

As it turned out, Finnegan stepped forward to protect her, even going so far as to teach Jacqueline a

lesson.

Finnegan dusted off his hands. “Don’t be too touched. I simply can’t stand those who flaunt their power

and influence just because they have a strong background.”

Without Marisol, Theoden, or a master of Southern Martial Arts Alliance, Jacqueline was nothing

Therefore, there was nothing for her to be proud of.

Jacques regained his composure, furiously declaring, “Brat, you’re done for! This time, you’re for.

Jacqueline is-”

Before Jacques could finish speaking, Finnegan had already raised his hand and struck the vase be

him.

The vase flew directly across the room, striking Jacques squarely on the head

With a resounding crack, Jacques let out a piercing cry of pain.

The entire person, along with the wheelchair, had fallen to the ground.

“How audacious!”

Jacqueline, however, was resilient. With a swift roll, she stood up, ignoring the pain in her back and

face as she charged toward Finnegan.

Alisha urgently said, “Jacqueline, stop immediately!”

Having never suffered such a loss from childhood to adulthood, Jacqueline wasn’t going to hold back.

Moreover, she had always believed that without Marisol, there would be no Wahlstrom family. Hence,

she wouldn’t take Alisha’s words to heart.

Rushing forward, she lifted her right leg high and brought it down directly onto Finnegan.

She intended to break Finnegan’s shoulder, to force Finnegan to kneel at her feet.

However, all it took was for Finnegan to lift his hand and grasp her ankle, causing her to assume the

splits

stance.

Jacqueline wanted to pull her leg back but found it nearly impossible to break free from Finnegan’s

grip, which was as strong as a pair of pliers.

“Let me go!”

A playful smirk tugged at the corner of Finnegan’s mouth. “This position isn’t bad!”

The teasing words only served to further infuriate Jacqueline. With a delicate cry, she hopped up on

one leg, sweeping toward Finnegan, intending to force him to let her go.

However, Finnegan showed no intention of letting go. He lifted his left hand to grasp her other leg.

Suddenly, Jacqueline lost her balance completely, and her legs were under Finnegan’s control.

And in the next moment, Finnegan gripped her legs and began to spin on the spot. Then, like throwing

a shot put, he hurled her straight out from the doorway.

However, he had controlled his strength well, causing Jacqueline pain but not threatening her life.

With a loud crash, Jacqueline hit the ground, rolling over ten meters before finally coming to a halt. She

looked utterly disheveled and in a state of complete disarray.

The fury within her became increasingly uncontrollable.

With a delicate cry, she leaped up once again, charging toward Finnegan. “I’m going to kill

Finnegan squinted his eyes. “It seems the lesson wasn’t enough.”

As the words fell, just as Alisha felt something was amiss and was about to grab him, Finnegan’s

flashed, meeting Jacqueline head-on like a shooting star without any fancy maneuvers or any part

techniques.

It was as if a fast-moving car had brutally crashed into Jacqueline.

Immediately, Jacqueline felt as if her entire body was falling apart, and it seemed as if one of her ribs

had broken.

The most embarrassing part was that she felt as if something had violently crashed into her, causing

unbearable pain in front of her body.

Following closely, her body felt as if it were a kite severed from its string.

The zither flew out once again, and a mouthful of fresh blood was also spewed out.

As her body heavily hit the ground, the secondary injury caused her to spew out a mouthful of fresh

blood. All her strength was shattered by Finnegan, leaving her without even the energy to stand up.

Fearing that Finnegan might kill her, Alisha quickly stepped forward to stop him. “Did you perhaps go

too far?”

Though Jacqueline’s arrogance was quite detestable, they still had to consider the forces behind her.

Finnegan shook off Alisha’s hand, his face no longer calm. “Have I?”

A chill swept over her, causing Alisha to abruptly close her mouth.

With a cold huff, Finnegan walked toward Jacques.

At that moment, Jacques finally panicked. “F*ck! Are you all made of wood? Get moving!”

It took a moment for the seven or eight guards of the villa to react, but once they did, they quickly

rushed toward Finnegan.

However, they were merely the elites under Tyrone’s command. They couldn’t possibly halt Finnegan’s

progress.

As Finnegan casually swung his arms and legs, all the guards of the villa fell to the ground, crying out

in pain.

In the end, Finnegan still found himself standing before Jacques.

Jacques’ face was fierce, his voice filled with a harsh yet fragile intensity as he roared, “Brat, my

grandmother is Mdm. Marisol Yeatman, a figure even Old Mr. Wahlstrom respects. If you dare lay a

hand on me, you’re done for. Moreover, my grandmother has connections in Jipsdale…” Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

“You talk as if I never laid a finger on you.” Finnegan abruptly seized him by the neck, hoisting him up.

then with a swift kick, he sent him flying out from the doorway. The man tumbled away like a kicked ba

rolling several meters.

As his injuries worsened, Jacques let out a scream akin to a pig being slaughtered.

At this moment, an elderly woman with partially grey hair also stepped out.

Upon witnessing the situation at the scene, her face turned livid with anger. “How audacious! How dare

you cause trouble at Fleur Villa!”

“Celine!” The one who had just arrived at the scene was Celine, who had been following Marisol for fifty

to sixty years. Alisha hurriedly stepped forward to mediate. “There’s been a misunderstanding.

Finnegan didn’t intentionally want to hit Jacques and Jacqueline. They were the ones who provoked

him first!”

Originally, Celine was just about to order someone to seize Finnegan.

Upon hearing Alisha’s words, her face suddenly changed. “Is he Finnegan?”

As Marisol’s most loyal follower, she and Theoden shared a friendship that spanned over five to six

decades.

Therefore, when Theoden reached out to her, besides asking her to persuade Jacques not to seek

revenge. he also mentioned some matters concerning Finnegan.

The most crucial point was that if Finnegan truly fell out with Fleur Villa, he would undoubtedly stand by

Finnegan’s side.

This implied that in Theoden’s heart, Finnegan held a more significant position than Marisol.

For this reason, she planned to sternly warn Jacques once he returned from the hospital.

Unexpectedly, before she even had the chance to issue a warning, such an incident had already

occurred. Even Jacqueline had already confronted Finnegan.

However, the fact that she could accompany Marisol for so many years and even maintain a

relationship with Theoden indicated that she indeed possessed a certain level of sophistication and

tact.

The change in her expression immediately led her to a solution. “Mr. Larkin, I sincerely apologize. I

hope you can forgive the impertinent actions of Mr. Jacques and Ms. Jacqueline.”

Jacqueline and Jacques were still hoping that Celine would stand up for them, making Finnegan pay

the price.

As it turned out, Celine actually apologized to Finnegan. What in going on? Who is this young man?

Finnegan glanced back at Celine with a hint of indifference, then proceeded to walk away. “They

insulted me. Why should I forgive them?” he questioned. If I hadn’t been somewhat skilled, I would

have been done for. On what grounds should I forgive them? Vixen, take me home!”