A Healer’s Journey (Finnegan and Nuthana)

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 assured 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.

did not forget to praise Amelia and Dexter to the skies, thanking

be shared between

flushed bright red in mortification. For a

the only one to utter smilingly, “Thank

instant, Xandra drawled scornfully, “Don’t be so hasty, Nancy. Who knows, Ms.

fork out at single penny,” Lindsey riposted frankly, not

figure, who was probably the manager, then proceeded to

Dexter waved a hand, looking beyond domineering. “There’s no need to look at the menu. Give us two bottles of

over sixty thousand in a bar, and two bottles would add. about a hundred and thirty thousand.

up to

and a few beers, the bill would have exceeded one

raised his hand languidly.

assuming the man was intimidated. “We agreed upon this previously. It’d be a downer if you

seated.”

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likewise thinking that he

feel that it’s enough

able to drink a hundred thousand worth of beer even if we were to drink ourselves into the

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

just picked up a glass of

upon him that Finnegan was serious, his face promptly flushed bright red. “Finnegan, Ark Bar is

more expensive than the Louis XIII he ordered just now, at over

and the bill would rack up to over

were to continue ordering, the bill would.

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

could not withstand such humiliation. She hastily tugged

“Dexter!”

“A bottle per person isn’t enough! Let’s have two bottles

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

the wine has been served, and

panicked. “We’re fine with

convinced that Finnegan was putting on an act. Otherwise, it

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