The Healing Avenger novel Chapter 229

Chapter 229 Trouble Befalls Rhiannon

After dinner, Finnegan, as usual, went to the back garden to practice his skills. He didn’t seem to care about the Farrington family or Liam at all.

This left Alisha, who was unwilling to leave, speechless for a while.

Finnegan didn’t tell her where his confidence came from, leaving her to guess on her own, much to her frustration as she watched Finnegan practice his skills.

As it neared nine o’clock, Finnegan’s phone, which was placed on the stone table beside him, began to ring. Only then did he slowly finish what he was doing and walk over.

The call was from Rhiannon.

It had been quite a few days since Finnegan had seen Rhiannon. With a smile, he answered the call. “Missed me?”

“Finn, I’ve gotten myself into trouble. You need to come save me, quick.”

What came through the phone was Rhiannon’s crying voice, laced with panic.

Finnegan’s smile disappeared in an instant. “What’s wrong?”

Tears streaming down her face, Rhiannon replied, “Ms. Haimowitz asked me to attend an exhibition party at the Goldarch Hotel on her behalf tonight. It was hosted by the Chappell family. I was only supposed to make a brief appearance, but I accidentally knocked over the main exhibit of the evening.

They’re demanding I pay eight hundred million! I’ve already called Ms. Haimowitz, but this is about eight hundred million. I doubt Ms. Haimowitz would bother with my case.”

Finnegan narrowed his eyes and said, “Don’t worry. I’m on my way. I’ve got eight hundred million.”

After he finished the phone call, his face turned sour.

Alisha asked, “What’s wrong?”

“Come with me to the Goldarch Hotel,” Finnegan said to her, then briefly explained the situation as they walked.

Once they got in the car and drove away from Dragon Bay, Alisha said, “That must be the party hosted by Francesca. There shouldn’t be any problems. But I guess we have to pay.”

Francesca Chappell was the young lady of the Chappell family, the fourth wealthiest family in Jadeborough.

She was revered as the top fashion icon in Jadeborough.

She had a slight tendency toward vanity and took pleasure in being the center of attention.

The Chappell family primarily operated in the jewelry and fashion industries, holding exclusive agency rights for several globally recognized brands within Loang.

Francesca host at least one exhibition party every month, showcasing the expensive items she had

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purchased or borrowed from around the world.

At first, everyone was willing to participate out of respect.

But as she started hosting events too frequently, everyone began sending representatives to attend.

Finnegan raised an eyebrow and asked, “So, the items she exhibits could really be worth eight hundred million?”

“Exactly!” Alisha nodded. “Last year she somehow managed to borrow an ancient relic worth one billion and seventeen hundred million. Rhiannon accidentally knocked over and damaged the main exhibit tonight. It could really cost eight hundred million.”

Finnegan’s expression softened slightly. “If that’s really the case, I’ll pay the eight hundred million.”

However, if there was any trickery involved, then Francesca and the entire Chappell family would have to pay the price.

Once upon a time, Ximena and Yosef celebrated their engagement with a grand banquet in the majestic hall of the Goldarch Hotel. However, on a night that should have been bustling with activity, the hall was unusually quiet with noticeably fewer guests.

Dressed in a formal gown, Rhiannon fell to the ground, her hair in disarray and her face swollen and filled with fear. Parts of her gown were torn, revealing her fair skin.

Directly opposite her, a striking woman-was seated, adorned in a bespoke, purple gown. The dress exuded luxury, yet amidst its grandeur, it hinted at a touch of ostentation.

Her face was gloomy.

“Ms. Chappell, Ms. Haimowitz will be here soon. Please try not to be angry in the meantime,” Ross Lucero, the hotel manager, said with a sheepish smile.

Francesca swung her hand, slapping him across the face. She shouted, “My meticulously planned exhibition party has been ruined. All the guests have left. I might become a laughingstock tomorrow because of this, and you expect me not to be angry? Moreover, the Eternal Crown is something I borrowed! I guaranteed eight hundred million. I’ll have to pay for it! The most important thing is….. I’m in a terrible mood now. How can I not be angry?”

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