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Chapter 8
Chapter 8
Chapter 8 Do You Think I Will Believe That
“What have you done to me, Finnegan?” Killian roared, enduring the agonizing pain shooting up his
limbs as his b*dyguards helped him up.
Finnegan shrugged. “Don’t push the blame on me when I haven’t been anywhere near you. As for your
condition, it’s likely karma. It’s your fault for having committed so many evil deeds in the past.”
Killian did not believe in karma, but the excruciating agony rendered him powerless to pursue the truth.
“Hurry up and send me to the hospital!”
As Finnegan watched the man leave in a wretched state, his eyes glinted with murderous intent.
He could have killed Killian right away, but he felt that he would be letting the latter off too. lightly to do
so.
He wanted Killian to experience despair in his pain and suffering and then finally agree to the terms
proposed earlier.
But even after he had done so, Finnegan had no plans of sparing him or the Chomsky family, He was
merely giving Killian a shed of hope. In the end, he would dash it to smithereens to intensify the despair
within Killian.
“Finny, does Killian’s condition really have nothing to do with you?” Quiana asked.
She was terrified after having been oppressed by Killian in the
past.
She feared the man’s retribution and was afraid that their family would not be able to withstand it.
To keep his parents from worrying, Finnegan calmly a*sured them he had nothing to do with it. Only
then did Quiana and Desmond breathe sighs of relief.
Contrarily, Bernice knew that it was undoubtedly Finnegan’s doing. Smartly enough, she did not point it
out.
“These are the medicinal herbs you wanted, Finnegan. My dad has gathered the entire list for you.
Take a look and see whether they’re correct
Finnegan reached out and took the medicinal herbs from her. While at that, his fingers accidentally
touched hers. She reflexively pulledak, her face flushing bright red.
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Whoa! How sensitive!
Finnegan took a sniff at the package through the wrapping. Immediately, he could tell that the contents
were indeed the medicinal herbs he wanted, and their quantities were also accurate. “Everything’s in
order.”
A flash of surprise fleeted across Bernice’s eyes. She had never seen anyone who could tell medicinal
herbs by kind and quantity through a layer of paper.
“Have a seat, Ms. Zimmerman. Do have lunch here if you’re free today.”
Already familiar with Bernice after the past five years, Quiana pulled her to the side for a seat. Then
she ordered Finnegan, “Go and get Ms. Zimmerman a gla*s of water.”
Hearing that, Bernice hurriedly said, “Sit down as well, Finnegan. I’m not thirsty.”
“No, thanks. I’m going to sort these medicinal herbs out first.”
Finnegan strode into the house after saying that, stunning Bernice to the core.
As one of the Four Beauties of Jadeborough, many men had tried finding opportunities to spend time in
her presence. Right then, however, the man went into the house without even sparing her a glance. A
sense of defeat swamped her since she had always been confident in
her allure.
That aside, she had actually come over to seek him out that day because she had something: to say to
him.
Unfortunately, it was inappropriate for her to follow him into the house in front of Desmond and Quiana.
She could only sit there and talk with the couple.
At noon, she stayed at the Larkin residence for lunch. Finnegan also came out of his room.
No sooner had he taken a seat than Quiana said excitedly, “Finny, Ms. Zimmerman just said. you could
work at Firebird Group as her a*sistant. You’d generally be driving her around and compiling
information. The pay would be fifteen thousand a month.”
“Quick, thank Ms. Zimmerman. Otherwise, you wouldn’t even be able to work as a grunt at Firebird
Group, considering your education level,” Desmond urged.
Bernice gazed at Finnegan with hopeful eyes.
Besides her desire to repay the debt of gratitude that she owed him, there was another embarra*sing
reason behind that decision she made. Regretfully, she was too shy to tell the couple about it.
Unexpectedly, Finnegan turned it down without the slightest hesitation. “Mom, Dad, don’t
worry about my matters. I plan to establish a small clinic in the near future. Please don’t feel obliged to
me either, Ms. Zimmerman. I didn’t save you because I hoped that you’d repay me. Besides, you’ve
done more than enough throughout the past few years. We’re even!”
“That wasn’t what I meant, Finnegan. I just wanted…”
Bernice trailed off with her face the color of a ripe tomato, too embarra*sed to speak of her other
reason.
Quiana smacked Finnegan. “Why are you so ungrateful, Finny? Rhia offered to introduce a girlfriend to
you, but you declined. Now, Ms. Zimmerman arranged a job for you, yet you refused again. Are you
trying to get me and your father to burst a blood vessel?”
For their entire lives, the couple had been hoping that their children could accomplish something in life.
That went doubly for Finnegan.
After the incident five years ago, they were all the more determined to see him lead a better life, having
both a family and a career.
Alas, he was neither diligent in looking for a wife nor a job.
Finnegan flashed his mother a wry smile. “Mom, I’ve saved some money from utilizing my medical
skills in the past few years, and I’m really planning to open a small clinic. I don’t want to look for other
jobs. As for a girlfriend, I’m only twenty-three years old, so there’s no rush!”
“You may not be in a hurry, but your father and I are frantic!”
Even Desmond seconded, “I won’t nag you about a job since you have a plan, but the matter of a
girlfriend has to be put on the agenda. After all, young people nowadays only get married after dating
for a while. If you find someone, then date her for two years. It’ll be about the right time for you to tie
the knot.”
Aware that his parents would never stop harping on it if he did not compromise, Finnegan relented,
answering, “Okay. You don’t need to worry about me getting a job. As for a girlfriend, let Rhia make the
arrangements, but then you can’t blame me if the girl doesn’t
like me.”
Beaming wide, Quiana replied, “Sure. We’re good as long as you agree to go on the blind
date.”
At that turn of events, a helpless smile bloomed on Bernice’s face. “Are you really not interested in
being my a*sistant at Firebird Group. Finnegan?”
“Thank you for the offer, Ms. Zimmerman, but Im still inclined toward establishing a small
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clinic.”
Despite feeling helpless inwardly, Bernice had no choice but to give up. “All right, then, but there’s
something you must agree to. My parents would like to invite you to dinner tomorrow night to thank
you.”
Having rebuffed her once, Finnegan could not very well do so a second time, much less when his
parents had turned her down repeatedly. “I’ll go over tomorrow night, then.”
After lunch, Bernice tarried briefly before excusing herself to return to the office. Quiana had Finnegan
see her out.
When they arrived beside her car, Bernice asked, “What did you do to Killian, Finnegan?”
In truth, Killian’s condition was a result of Finnegan stimulating the acupoints on all four of the man’s
limbs with silver needles. They would twist and contort for ten minutes every hour for the entire day.
Above all, even the most advanced medical equipment would never be able to diagnose the cause.
Finnegan did not plan on admitting to that. “It was karma!”
“Do you think I’ll believe that?”
Placing her hands behind her back, Bernice tilted her head and blinked mischievously.
Finnegan was instantly mesmerized by her playful and adorable expression to the point that he forgot
to answer her.
Why does she have so many sides to her? She’s gentle and ethereal yet forceful and domineering.
Seemingly realizing that she had acted overly intimate with him, Bernice reverted to her usual self, her
cheeks stained faintly crimson. “Uh… It’s okay if you don’t want to tell me about it. I’ll go back to the
office first. I’ll be waiting for you to visit me tomorrow.”
Jolted out of his thoughts, Finnegan murmured in acquiescence.
Bernice swung open the car door and climbed in. She then called out to Finnegan, who had already
turned around, “Are you really going on a blind date tomorrow?”
A headache a*sailed Finnegan when he heard that. “My parents already relented about me finding a
job, so I can’t really disobey them regarding that as well.”
“Then you probably won’t take an interest in the girl, right?”
“Huh?”
Her face flaming even hotter and her mind a jumbled mess. Bernice started the car
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“Nothing. I’ll be leaving first. Call me if Killian comes looking for trouble.”
While staring at the car speeding off into the distance, Finnegan wondered, “What was with that
inexplicable question? But… she’s pretty cute!”