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.

strange glint flashed across Finnegan’s eyes

with an equally shocked

that Bennett’s carving skill was certainly not honed in

other before pretending as

than twenty pounds in weight had been

“Bro, I’m impressed with your

mean by

spoken than Stephen delivered him a punch. “What do you “bro?” Call him Mr. Sanchez. Otherwise, you’ll make

“An address is just a formality. It doesn’t matter how you address me. Anyway, I’ll not interrupt your dinner any further. If you need anything,

stay. “Bennett, since there aren’t many customers this evening, why don’t you and Nancy

Bennett turned toward Nancy, who nodded in

elder brother,

that case, please wait for a moment.

in sight. Finnegan casually asked, “Nancy why

answered. “My mom brought me to my father sade when I was nine

sorry, I didn’t know.”

smile, “It’s no

that mean that you

before that?”

my mom before nine and had never seen my father then. When I asked her about it, all she told me was that my father was busy with work.”

out a terrible possibility

fourteen years. Why is he willing to take on the role of her

and his daughter at the table, Finnegan and his

behaved as if it was a gathering between ordinary friends.

observing Bennett discreetly, hoping

all he saw was Bennett behaving normally, as if he

sight before him only served to

you heard?”

as Finnegan was wondering whether he should ask Nancy about it, the innocent Nancy

thoughts, Finnegan

time, Stephen was equally

were my dormmates, and another was one of their brothers. I heard

about Dexter, his sister. Larry, and

slightly before he quickly recovered his composure “That’s really unfortunate, but Ria didn’t tell me about at

it