Chapter 89
Chapter 89 The Mysterious Bet Sanchez
Bet 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 exined, “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, Bet broke into a warm smile. “Stephen, you should just
call me Bet, 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 Bet a thoughtful look beforeplimenting him, “I’m impressed
by how well you have maintained your youth, Bet!”
While Stephen and the rest, including Logan, were clueless as to what was going on, Finnegan, who
was skilled at physiognomy, saw through Bet easily.
Thetter and Nancy were not father and daughter at all.
In fact, Finnegan could tell that Bet 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 Bet is a man with a checkered history.
Bet 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 stter on you.”
While speaking, Bet pulled out what looked like a carving knife from his waist. However, the de
looked longer than usual and resembled a special-looking de instead.
Underneath theyer of oil that covered the de, 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 mes
In addition, Finnegan could sense a murderous aura from the de scif
jones.
Watching him work was like observing an artist in his element.
In the meantime, a strange glint shed across Finnegan’s eyes as he turned toward Logan.
Thetter was coincidentally looking in Finnegan’s direction with an equally shocked look in his gaze.
It was obvious to them that Bet’s carving skill was certainly not honed in the kitchen.
Nevertheless, the two men nodded discreetly at each other before pretending as if nothing had
happened and continuing to watch Bet work.
In less than three minutes, the suckling pig that was more than twenty pounds in weight had been
carved clean, leaving nothing but its bones on the tray.
Jace couldn’t help but p. “Bro, I’m impressed with your carving skill!”
mean by
No sooner had Jace spoken than Stephen delivered him a punch. “What do you “bro?” Call him Mr.
Sanchez. Otherwise, you’ll make me look like I’m your junior.”
“Don’t worry about it,” Bet replied while wiping his knife clean. “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, just let Nancy know.”
Finnegan felt a sudden urge to get him to stay. “Bet, since there aren’t many customers this
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evening, why don’t you and Nancy join us for dinner? Nancy and my sister are *smates, so we’re not
exactly strangers.”
Upon hearing the invitation, Bet turned toward Nancy, who nodded in response.
“Dad, he’s Rhiannon’s elder brother, Finnegan.”
“Oh, you’re Rina’s brother. In that case, please wait for a moment. Ill bring out the roasted duck I was
saving for dinner
Once Bet was no longer in sight. Finnegan casually asked, “Nancy why don’t I see your mom
around.”
Nancy’s expression darkened as she answered. “My mom brought me to my father sade when I was
nine and pa*sed away not long after that
“I’m sorry, I didn’t know.”
Nancy responded with a slight smile, “It’s no big deal.”
Finnegan probed further, “In that case, does that mean that you weren’t living with him.
before that?”
“That’s right.” Nancy nodded as she exined without reservations, “I lived with 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.”
The reply caused Finnegan to rule out a terrible possibility in his mind.
It seems Bet isn’t some pervert. Nevertheless, he’s only older than Nancy by fourteen years. Why
is he willing to take on the role of her dad? More importantly, Nancy doesn’t seem to know the truth at
all.
With Bet and his daughter at the table, Finnegan and hispanions were a little more
restrained.
They simply behaved as if it was a gathering between ordinary friends.
Most of the time, Finnegan was busy observing Bet discreetly, hoping to find out the secret the
In spite of that, all he saw was Bet behaving normally, as if he and Nancy were really father and
daughter.
The sight before him only served to intrigue him further.
“Finnegan, have you heard?”
Just as Finnegan was wondering whether he should ask Nancy about it, the innocent Nancy spoke with
a solemn expression.
Collecting his thoughts, Finnegan asked, “Heard what?”
At the same time, Stephen was equally concerned. “Nancy, did something happen?”
“Not really.” Nancy eked out an awkward smile. “It’s just that there was a car ident that killed four
people a few days ago. Two of them were my dormmates, and another was one of their brothers. I
heard the scene was so gruesome that by the time the rescuers arrived, everyone was burnt to a
crisp.”
Evidently, she was talking about Dexter, his sister. Larry, and Nandra
Finnegan’s l*ps twitched slightly before he quickly recovered hisposure “That’s really unfortunate,
but Ria didn’t tell me about at ”
it
Nancy remarked, “She probably didn’t because she thinks you don’t know them well.”
At that moment, Logan couldn’t help but shoot Finnegan a look.
While everyone was oblivious to it, he had heard Reynard mention that Finnegan wanted the victims
dead before he arrived in Jadeborough.
This guy is really good at pretending!
After shooting Logan an unnoticed re, Finnegan raised his *s. “This is such a wonderful feast.
Let’s drink another-”
All of a sudden, the sound of something sharp could be heard streaking through the air.
Eyes narrowed, Finnegan turned his palm around and sent the *s in his hand flying just as Logan
realized something was amiss.
Clink… Crash…
A loud crash was heard as the wine *s shattered into pieces before falling onto the floor. Amidst its
shattered shards was a fifteen-centimeter-long ck steel nail.
In that split second, the una*suming Bet suddenly grabbed Nancy’s hand and swiftly stood up,
shielding her behind him.
The humble look in his eyes was quickly reced by a piercing one.
However, nervousness and anxiety quickly took its ce.
Cocking his brows, Finnegan exchanged nces with Logan.
However, they pretended not to notice Bet’s reaction as they stood up and looked behind them,
detecting a familiar aura. “It looks like the Chomsky family has no intention to
submit!
Behind a cluster of mango trees, Eleazar, at the head of the Goldberg Five, emerged from the
darkness.
Dressed in ck, the insidious-looking rabelle sneered, “It looks like you’re quite skilled. No wonder
you made both my juniors pay a heavy price.”
Behind them, a b*dyguard of the Chomsky family wheeled Oscar out
The sight of Finnegan filled Oscar’s eyes with uncontroble hatred. “Finnegan, you will soon meet
your end!”
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