A Healer’s Journey (Finnegan and Nuthana)

Chapter 89 The Mysterious Bennett Sanchez

Bennett wasn’t tall and had tan skin. He looked physically tough, evident from the bulging muscles underneath his tank top.

More importantly, he appeared to be in his early thirties.

Cognizant of what Finnegan and Logan were thinking, Stephen explained, “Mr. Sanchez might look young but is already in his forties. I didn’t believe it initially until he showed me

his ID card.”

After putting down the roasted suckling pig, Bennett broke into a warm smile. “Stephen, you should just call me Bennett, as I’m only older than you by a little more than ten years.”

“I can’t do that. Nancy is like a sister to me. How can I address you by name?” Stephen frantically replied.

When Jace made a face, Stephen pretended to be oblivious to it.

In the meantime, Finnegan gave Bennett a thoughtful look before complimenting him, “I’m impressed by how well you have maintained your youth, Bennett!”

While Stephen and the rest, including Logan, were clueless as to what was going on, Finnegan, who was skilled at physiognomy, saw through Bennett easily.

The latter and Nancy were not father and daughter at all.

In fact, Finnegan could tell that Bennett was only thirty-five.

Since Nancy is twenty-one this year, there’s no way she’s younger than her father by fourteen years, is there? It’s clear that Bennett is a man with a checkered history.

Bennett maintained a humble smile as he nodded at Finnegan. “Working hard all the time does make me look younger than my age. Now, let me carve the pig open. You guys better back off so that the oil doesn’t splatter on you.”

While speaking, Bennett pulled out what looked like a carving knife from his waist. However, the blade looked longer than usual and resembled a special-looking blade instead.

Underneath the layer of oil that covered the blade, one could faintly make out some carved motifs on its surface.

Only when Finnegan concentrated his spiritual energy in his eyes could he tell that the design of the motifs were actually flames

In addition, Finnegan could sense a murderous aura from the blade scif

jones.

Watching him work was like observing an artist in his element.

meantime, a strange glint flashed across Finnegan’s eyes

in Finnegan’s direction with an

skill

as if nothing had happened and continuing to watch

pig that was more than twenty pounds in weight had been carved clean, leaving nothing but its

clap. “Bro, I’m

mean by

a punch. “What do you “bro?” Call him Mr. Sanchez. Otherwise, you’ll make me look like I’m your

replied while wiping his knife clean. “An address is just a formality. It doesn’t matter how

to get him to stay. “Bennett, since there aren’t many customers this evening, why don’t you

toward Nancy,

elder

a moment. Ill bring out the roasted duck I was saving for

sight. Finnegan casually asked, “Nancy why

she answered. “My mom brought me to my father sade

I

responded with a slight smile,

that case, does that

before that?”

seen my father then. When I asked her about it, all she told me was that my father was busy

caused Finnegan to rule out a terrible possibility

pervert. Nevertheless, he’s only older than Nancy by fourteen years. Why is he willing to take on the role of her dad?

Finnegan and

as if it was a gathering between ordinary friends.

Bennett discreetly, hoping to

he saw was Bennett behaving normally, as if he and

before him only served to intrigue him further.

you heard?”

as Finnegan was wondering whether he should ask Nancy about it, the innocent Nancy spoke with a solemn

thoughts, Finnegan

was equally concerned.

was a car accident that killed four people a few days ago. Two of them were my dormmates, and another was one of their brothers. I heard the

was talking about Dexter, his sister. Larry, and

slightly before he quickly recovered his composure “That’s really

it