Ch. 841..850

Meet My Brothers by Red Thirteen chapter 841-Mia couldn't hold back her laughter. "Well then, congratulations in advance to you."

Connie casually traced her fingers over the bracelet on her wrist, her demeanor dripping with arrogance.

“If you have any sense, you'd consider accepting this marriage proposal sooner rather than later. Otherwise, you might find it impossible to match the Bowen family's status later on.” "No way. I won't agree to marry someone who is a bad omen, it's just unappealing. Besides, I'm all about looks. Lewis is just too unattractive for me, nowhere near as good-looking as my bodyguard.” Connie's expression turned angry immediately.

Isabella chimed in, adding fuel to the fire. "Mom, she's referring to that bodyguard standing next to her. Since Mia is wearing his jacket, there must be something going on between them."

Connie directed a scornful glare at Timothy standing nearby. "He's just a lowly bodyguard without a penny to his name. Can he even compare to Lewis?"

Mia couldn't contain her laughter. "Who knows, your son might not measure up to my bodyguard after all!"

Indeed, Timothy was far from an ordinary bodyguard.

However, Mia didn't want to deal with Isabella and Connie any longer. She turned to the nearby staff and instructed, "Since Mrs. Bowen and her daughter are not interested in attending my banquet, please escort them out.” Connie grew furious. "Mia, do you think I care about attending your banquet? If it weren't for Lewis’ sake, I wouldn't be here at all. Isabella, let's go!"

“Yeah. Once our family teams up with the Barretts, the Lanes won't stand a chance. Mia will surely beg to marry Lewis then!"

"Hmph, I can't wait to see her arrogance crumble!"

As Mia watched the mother and daughter depart, she couldn't help but feel frustrated. "Those two must have some serious issues."

It sure seemed like they forgot to take their medication, as they were living in a dream world every day.

Glancing at Timothy beside her, Mia questioned, "Are you seriously considering collaborating with the Bowen family? With their lack of intelligence, won't you be concerned about dragging down the Barrett family?"

Mia believed that if Timothy was going to collaborate, he should at least partner with someone intelligent.

What was the point of teaming up with the Bowen family if it was akin to digging his own grave?

Mia's disbelief was evident as she gazed at Timothy.

He was supposed to be savvy in business, so why would he choose to collaborate with the Bowens? It simply didn't make sense to her! Timothy responded curtly, “I'm not directly overseeing the projects in Nord City."

"But as the CEO of the Barrett Group, shouldn't you have control over all projects?"

"Given the scale and scope of our operations, I can't micromanage every detail. Besides, the projects we're working on in Nord City are relatively small, so they don't require my direct supervision.” Mia remained skeptical. "Small-scale projects? Then why is the Bowen family behaving as if they've taken over the entire Barrett Group?" Earlier, Isabella and Connie had even boasted about surpassing the Lane family as the top powerhouse in Nord City.

A frown formed on Timothy's face. "There's no point in arguing with irrational people.” “You're right," Mia agreed, swiftly setting aside thoughts of the Bowen family.

She went on to greet and converse with the individuals involved in the movie release. After all, that was her main reason for being there today. Soon after, a few elite young men glanced at Mia and remarked, "It's really hot today. Why are you still wearing such a thick suit jacket?" "Yeah, Mia, take off your jacket. It's so hot, and your dress looks amazing. You don't need to hide it."

"Exactly, you have a fantastic figure. Why bother about others’ opinions?"

Feeling a bit warm herself, Mia smiled sheepishly and explained, “I had a mishap while checking in earlier and accidentally ripped my dress."

Meet My Brothers by Red Thirteen chapter 842-One of the young men, Chuck Jones, approached and offered, "Let me see where it got torn. Perhaps I can fix it for you."

As he spoke, he reached out to take off Mia's jacket.

Mia's expression darkened, seemingly ready to react, but someone firmly grabbed Chuck's wrist. In a cold tone, the person roared, "Don't you dare lay your filthy hands on her!"

Mia turned around and saw Timothy standing behind her, feeling relieved at his protective stance.

Suddenly, having such a loyal bodyguard seemed like a blessing. Chuck, however, grew visibly angry and addressed Timothy arrogantly, saying, "You filthy bodyguard, I advise you to let go, or you'll regret it!" Stepping forward, Mia glanced at Timothy and suggested, "Perhaps you should release him. This isn't Zalantis, where lawlessness prevails. Committing murder here is illegal.” Chuck's expression shifted abruptly. “Wait, did you say he's a bodyguard from Zalantis?"

Mia maintained her composure and responded, “That's correct. He's a bodyguard that Dominic specifically hired from Zalantis. Although he used to be a professional hitman, his focus now is on ensuring my safety.” Timothy exchanged a meaningful glance with Mia but remained quiet. Seeing the change in Chuck's expression, Mia added, "I apologize for any confusion. My bodyguard is new to this role and isn't yet familiar with local customs. Please bear with him."

At that instant, Timothy fetched a bag he had been carrying. "These were sent over by Mr. Dominic."

"Oh, so these clothes are from him," Mia remarked, shifting her attention to the affluent young men nearby. “I'll go change into a different outfit first. Please continue to enjoy yourselves."

Upon hearing Dominic's name, the group of young men fell silent immediately.

After all, Dominic had a reputation for being fiercely protective of Mia. As they headed to the lounge, Mia glanced at Timothy and remarked, "You acted pretty swiftly just now."

He even knew to use Dominic's name to intimidate those young men and assert dominance.

Timothy handed her the bag and replied casually, "I'm still catching up to your level. Who would've guessed I'd end up as a Zalantis hitman?" “If I hadn't brought it up, those guys wouldn't have backed off so quickly. They just see you as a regular bodyguard.” “It doesn't bother me. Let them try something if they want.” "This isn't Bern City, and right now, you're just a bodyguard without much support.” Timothy looked down at her, his gaze intense. "That's why I'm relying on you now," he said in a low, raspy voice.

Mia averted her gaze. "You must be daydreaming. Anyhow, please wait for me outside. I need to change.” Timothy exited the lounge and stood alone outside.

It didn't take long before several individuals approached, and Timothy immediately recognized the leader as Chuck, the man who had attempted to touch Mia earlier.

It was clear they had ill intentions.

Chuck wore a sinister expression as he said, "Hey buddy, do me a favor and step aside."

Timothy blocked the doorway and replied coldly, "Absolutely not.” "How much money do you want? Just name your price."

Chuck opened his wallet and pulled out a stack of bills, tossing it at Timothy. "You're just a money-hungry little bodyguard, aren't you? Let me in, and there's more where that came from."

Meet My Brothers by Red Thirteen chapter 843-Timothy immediately sensed Chuck's ulterior motives toward Mia. There was no way he would allow him to enter.

With a stern expression, Timothy retorted, "I couldn't care less about money. You'd better leave!"

If this were Bern City, Timothy would have dealt with Chuck long ago! Chuck's demeanor shifted abruptly. "Hey buddy, don't embarrass yourself. You're a Zalantis bodyguard, right? Let's see what you're capable of today. Take him down!"

With that, Chuck strode forward with two other bodyguards by his side, clearly intent on forcing their way in.

Timothy remained unfazed. He swiftly gained the upper hand against the two accompanying bodyguards, overpowering them effortlessly. Witnessing Timothy's impressive skills and recalling his past as an assassin from Zalantis, Chuck's bravado wavered. He became agitated and threatened, "You filthy bodyguard, mark my words! If you dare to provoke me, you'll regret it!"

After Chuck departed, Timothy remained standing in silence, his hand instinctively reaching to massage his arm. It seemed that the scuffle moments earlier had aggravated an old injury.

He waited patiently outside the room for a while, but Mia didn't emerge. Was changing clothes supposed to take this long?

Concern crept in as he knocked on the door. "Mia, are you done?" Silence greeted him from inside.

Recalling Chuck's earlier behavior, Timothy's worry intensified. What if something had happened to Mia?

Without hesitation, he pushed open the door and entered the room. Finding it empty, he proceeded to the nearby restroom. Knocking on the door, he called out, "Mia, are you okay?"

As Timothy pushed open the restroom door, he was met with the sight of Mia's bare back, her dress caught at her slender waist.

Timothy stood frozen in place, completely taken aback by the unexpected scene unfolding before him. Flustered, his Adam's Apple bobbed up and down nervously.

Hearing someone barging in, Mia whirled around and exclaimed, “Timothy, what are you doing here? Get out!"

Startled, Timothy quickly averted his gaze. "I'm sorry, I thought there was an emergency.” "Well, I do have a bit of a situation here," Mia admitted.

Attempting to fix the zipper of her dress, Mia struggled in vain. Despite her efforts, the zipper remained stuck.

With a hint of resignation, Mia finally said, "Timothy, close your eyes and come in."

Taken aback by her request, Timothy turned his head toward her, but Mia's firm command echoed in the room, “Close your eyes and no peeking!"

Obediently, Timothy shut his eyes. Turning around, he asked somewhat helplessly, "So, what do you need me to do?"

"Take three steps forward," Mia instructed.

As Timothy followed her command, he felt something beneath his foot, suddenly realizing he might have stepped on Mia's dress. "What are you doing?" Mia suddenly exclaimed.

Reacting swiftly, Timothy opened his eyes and reached out to steady Mia as she stumbled forward.

Blushing furiously, Mia covered her chest and glared at him. "Timothy, did you intentionally step on my dress?" she said through gritted teeth. Mia had initially asked Timothy to come in and assist with fixing the zipper on the back of her dress.

She had only requested him to take three steps forward, but unexpectedly, Timothy had stepped directly onto her dress with one foot, causing her to nearly lose her balance!

And worst of all, her body had almost been exposed!

Timothy glanced down at Mia in his arms and remarked, "You instructed me to take three steps forward."

"But I didn't mean for you to take such large strides. The bathroom is small; why would you take such big steps?"

"Are you blaming me for this?"

"Of course I am! Whose fault do you think it is?"

"Fine, I'll release you then."

"Wait, wait!" Mia hastily reached out and grabbed his arm. "You can't let go just yet!"

Observing her embarrassed expression, a hint of amusement flickered in Timothy's eyes. "Then, how would you like me to hold you?"

Meet My Brothers by Red Thirteen chapter 844-“Close your eyes first," Mia instructed.

However, Timothy didn't comply this time.

He looked down at her and reasoned, "You're asking me to help you put on this dress, right? But how can I do that if I close my eyes?"

Mia fell silent, realizing the implication of her request.

Timothy continued, "We were once married and even have children together. What's there to be shy about in front of me?"

“I'm not shy.” "Stay still."

Timothy remained silent thereafter. Once he had steadied Mia, he positioned himself behind her.

As he looked at Mia's beautiful, fair back, a depth of emotion shone in his eyes.

Noticing the stuck zipper at her waist, Timothy swiftly crouched down behind her.

Mia grasped her dress tightly, her gaze drifting upward to the ceiling. She couldn't shake the feeling of Timothy's penetrating stare boring into her.

Soon, she heard the rustle of movement behind her; it seemed that Timothy was adjusting the zipper of her dress.

As his fingers brushed against her back, Mia's body involuntarily flinched, a hint of discomfort creeping in.

"Why are you moving?" Timothy's voice rumbled from behind her.

“I'm just feeling a bit itchy," Mia replied, feeling the temperature in the bathroom inexplicably rising.

Unable to tolerate it any longer, she asked, "Are you done?"

"Almost."

“It's just a zipper. Why are you taking so long?"

As Mia's words trailed off, she heard the sound of the zipper gradually ascending from her waist, inch by inch.

She drew in a deep breath, feeling her heart race.

Timothy stood behind Mia, leaning down to her ear as he whispered, "I've never assisted a woman with her dress like this before."

Mia jerked her head in surprise, breaking free from his embrace. "Well, I suppose that just goes to show our relationship wasn't all that remarkable. You've never lent me a hand with my attire!"

Timothy fell into a contemplative silence. "Perhaps I haven't been as attentive to you as I should have been."

"Mr. Barrett, it's reassuring to hear you acknowledge that, but at the moment, I have no shortage of men who treat me well."

With that, Mia adjusted her dress and briskly made her way back to the lobby.

There, she helped herself to a glass of water, trying to calm the fluttering of her heart caused by Timothy's close proximity moments ago. It was an unsettling sensation, to say the least.

As Timothy emerged, he casually leaned against the doorframe. "Do you consider Chuck as someone who treats you well?"

Turning around, Mia noticed Timothy lounging against the door frame, his usual seriousness replaced by a relaxed, laid-back demeanor. Taken aback, Mia spoke out, "Chuck is well-known among elite circles for his greed and lust. I'm not oblivious to that."

“In that case, you'd better keep your distance from him in the future. Whenever you encounter him, make sure you have a bodyguard with you."

"Are you that afraid of him?"

“It's not him I'm worried about; it's your safety. Earlier, while you were changing in the lounge, Chuck showed up with two bodyguards and attempted to bribe me to let him in. Can you imagine what he might have done if he had gotten inside?"

Mia's eyebrows lifted slightly. "Are you serious?"

“I have no reason to deceive you," Timothy replied earnestly.

Mia's expression turned icy. “That fool has been overseas for years and only recently returned. It seems he still hasn't grasped the protocols among the elites here in Nord City."

Putting on his sunglasses, Timothy informed, "It's time for you to make your entrance.” As Mia stepped out in her newly changed dress, she heard a woman's desperate cries for help echoing from the end of the hallway.

What could be happening?

Meet My Brothers by Red Thirteen chapter 845-As Mia proceeded down the corridor, her eyes fell upon a disturbing scene: a man was forcefully pinning down a woman, his voice dripping with rage as he threatened her, "lI warned you! If you don't comply, I'll make sure you regret it, and your reputation will be in tatters!" Instantly recognizing the man as Chuck Jones, the same individual Timothy had mentioned earlier, Mia's blood boiled.

How dare he create such a scene at her business gala? It was an outright affront!

With a stern expression, Mia intervened, "Chuck, what do you think you're doing?"

Chuck paused momentarily, casting a defiant glance in Mia's direction. "This is none of your concern. If you continue to ruin my mood, I might just vent my frustration on you later!"

Ignoring Mia's presence, Chuck continued his aggressive behavior toward the woman, utterly disregarding her words.

Without hesitation, Timothy sprang into action, delivering a swift kick to Chuck, sending him crashing to the ground.

Meanwhile, Mia grabbed a nearby fire extinguisher from the corridor and aimed it at Chuck, deliberately directing a stream of foam toward his legs.

Chuck exclaimed in agony, "Mia, are you trying to get yourself killed?" Mia tossed the fire extinguisher aside and fixed Chuck with a steely gaze. "The only one in danger here is you."

Hearing the commotion, Chuck's bodyguards swiftly rushed over. Enraged, Chuck shouted, "What are you all standing around for? Hurry up and apprehend that woman for me! Today, I'm going to teach her a lesson!"

Mia stared at the two bodyguards sternly. "If you don't want to end up in serious trouble, you better take him and leave right now!"

Sensing the gravity of Mia's words, the two bodyguards quickly escorted the hysterical Chuck away from the event venue.

Mia was seething with anger. She approached the injured woman and asked, "Are you alright? Do you need me to call the police for you?" The woman, huddled up and visibly injured, tearfully nodded her head in gratitude. "Thank you."

Turning to Timothy, Mia instructed, "Remove your jacket.” As Timothy's hand began to comply, he noticed the arrival of the other bodyguards.

Glancing at Miguel, Timothy ordered, “Take off your suit jacket and give it to her.” Miguel hesitated briefly, but without a word, he removed his jacket and handed it over.

Mia gestured for the woman to put on the jacket, then turned to Miguel. "Escort her to the hospital for a check-up, and ensure this incident is reported to the police.” "Sure thing, Ms. Mia."

After seeing the woman off, Mia returned to the banquet hall, her demeanor now somber. A scandal like this at today's event could have dire consequences if word got out.

Mia halted and turned to Timothy. "Why didn't you take off your jacket when I asked you to?"

"I don't like other women wearing my clothes," Timothy responded firmly.

Mia paused for a moment before responding, "But you just offered me your jacket earlier.” "You're my woman, so it's different,” Timothy asserted.

Mia's expression shifted uneasily. "Who said I'm your woman? We ended things on the plane.” As Mia's voice faded, she spotted Peyton approaching. “Inform the public relations team immediately about this incident. We need to ensure there are no mishaps,” Mia instructed.

Peyton hesitated before speaking up, “To contain this situation, it might be best not to involve the authorities.” Mia adamantly refused, stating, "But that woman is a victim here. It's her right to file a police report if she wishes. I have no grounds to intervene.” As a woman herself, Mia undoubtedly stood in solidarity with the victimized young woman.

Just then, Timothy approached and questioned, "But don't you think this entire situation seems too coincidental?"

Meet My Brothers by Red Thirteen chapter 846-Mia glanced at Timothy. "Do you believe someone orchestrated this incident deliberately?"

"An impulsive, hot-headed young heir assaulting a woman at today's gala—such news surfacing could undoubtedly tarnish your film promotion,” Timothy remarked.

"We've witnessed similar incidents at past events as well. Some affluent men tend to let their privilege cloud their judgment.” Mia couldn't shake off the suspicion that this incident might have been planned.

Timothy's tone deepened. "But isn't it too much of a coincidence that this incident occurred on the night of your film promotion gala? Who would dare to intentionally offend you?"

“You raise a valid point," Mia acknowledged.

Sensing something amiss, she turned to Peyton and instructed, “Investigate Chuck's background as well as his recent connections.” Despite just returning to the country, Chuck was acting audaciously, even going as far as to bring bodyguards while Mia was changing. It was fortunate that Timothy was there to intervene and stop him.

Given the circumstances, it seemed Chuck might be a pawn manipulated by someone else.

But who could be plotting against Mia?

After the gala ended, Mia bid farewell to the guests and friends, feeling slightly intoxicated. Luckily, no further issues arose during the evening. As Mia stepped outside, the cool breeze made her head feel heavy, and she felt a bit unsteady on her high heels.

"Watch your step.” Timothy's steady hand gently supported Mia's shoulder as he guided her safely to the car. He carefully opened the door, shielding her from any potential collisions and ensuring her head was protected.

Seated in the car, Mia felt a wave of relief wash over her.

She couldn't help but steal a glance at Timothy beside her. He was clad in his black security uniform, sleeves rolled up, revealing his muscular forearms.

In Mia's thoughts, images of Timothy flashed through her mind. She mostly remembered him in sleek, sophisticated suits, emanating an air of aloofness and coldness with his distant, icy eyes.

Feeling unsettled, Mia instinctively clutched her chest. "Timothy, please, just leave me alone,” her voice echoed softly in the quiet car interior.

Timothy looked at her with surprise, noticing that she had closed her eyes and was murmuring for him to leave.

Was she intoxicated?

Timothy gently draped his jacket over her shoulders, his voice soft as he spoke, "I can't simply leave."

Mia mumbled, "Then get out of my head.” A faint smile appeared on Timothy's face. So, he was on her mind after all?

Timothy straightened up and casually glanced at the driver. "Start the engine and take her home," he instructed.

His tone was calm and authoritative, unlike that of a typical bodyguard. The driver instinctively complied, turning to Peyton in the passenger seat. "Where should we go?"

After a brief pause, Peyton suggested, "Let's head to Meadowview Estate.” It wouldn't be prudent to send Mia back to the Lane residence at such a late hour.

If the Lanes were to discover Mia with Timothy, it could lead to considerable trouble.

The vehicle soon pulled up outside Meadowview Estate.

Timothy crouched down and gently lifted Mia out of the car. She seemed to have drifted off to sleep, her eyes barely open.

As Timothy carried Mia into the living room, he couldn't help but notice that the villa's decor beautifully mirrored her taste.

The maid, Gertrude Montgomery, approached them and asked, "Is Ms. Mia drunk?"

Timothy's expression remained stoic. "Where is her bedroom?"

"I-It's upstairs, let me show you," Gertrude stammered.

This was the first time she had seen this particular bodyguard. Despite his undeniable charm, there was a distinct air of aloofness surrounding him.

Peyton also followed them upstairs. Turning to Timothy, she suggested, "Mr. Barrett, now that Ms. Mia is home, perhaps you should lay her down."

Timothy replied curtly, "She's not heavy."

Meet My Brothers by Red Thirteen chapter 847-Timothy entered the bedroom, gently placing Mia on the bed before kneeling beside her to remove her high heels.

Upon noticing the blisters on her feet, he proceeded to massage them with care.

Once he finished, Timothy stood up and calmly instructed Peyton and Gertrude, "Please bring some hangover remedy."

Gertrude nodded promptly. "Of course, I'll prepare it right away." Peyton stood in place, his expression betraying a hint of discomfort. "Mr. Barrett, Gertrude is here to attend to Ms. Mia. You can leave now." “It's alright, I'll stay. You can go."

Upon hearing this, Peyton felt a lump form in his throat.

Timothy's words exuded confidence, seemingly unconcerned about any potential wrongdoing on his part.

Given Timothy's gender, it was inappropriate for him to offer such intimate, personal care to Mia.

Peyton was also mindful of the dynamic between them; navigating the present circumstances was undoubtedly challenging.

Recognizing the possibility of Timothy becoming the future master of the house, Peyton realized he couldn't afford to offend him. Nonetheless, Peyton remained committed to his professional ethics as Mia's assistant.

Clearing his throat, he spoke up, "Mr. Barrett, I'll leave Ms. Mia in your care for now. But remember, your role is that of a bodyguard. It's important not to overstep your boundaries.” Timothy's eyebrows raised slightly as he caught the implication in Peyton's words. "I won't do anything to her for now," he replied.

Upon hearing Timothy's reassurance, Peyton finally felt comfortable enough to leave the bedroom.

However, a lingering sense of unease persisted; he couldn't shake the feeling that something was off about Timothy's words.

The emphasis Timothy placed on "now" left Peyton pondering his intentions for the future.

It seemed that Timothy was indeed a wolf in sheep's clothing.

Was Mia unknowingly welcoming danger into her own home?

After Peyton left, Timothy settled on the edge of the bed, observing Mia's peaceful slumber. She hadn't removed her makeup and was still dressed in her evening gown.

Soon, Gertrude arrived with the hangover soup, her voice trembling as she presented it. "I-I've brought it here."

Timothy remained silent, paying no attention to Gertrude's presence. Moments later, she brought a box over. Timothy's gaze turned cold as he asked, "What's this?"

“It's makeup remover pads. Whenever Ms. Mia becomes intoxicated, I'm responsible for assisting her in removing her makeup and changing her attire.” Without uttering a word, Timothy took the box from Gertrude. "I'll take care of it. You may leave now."

Gertrude's hand paused in midair, recalling Peyton's instructions. After a moment of hesitation, she nervously insisted, "This is my duty.” As Timothy removed his sunglasses, his narrowed eyes revealed his impatience.

Gertrude was instantly petrified, unable to utter a word. She hurried out of the bedroom, feeling intimidated by the imposing Timothy, though she couldn't deny he was quite handsome!

Though Peyton had instructed Gertrude to monitor Timothy closely, she found it difficult to comply.

Meanwhile, inside the room, Timothy delicately removed Mia's makeup using the cotton pads. He understood the importance of ensuring Mia didn't sleep with makeup on, knowing it could harm her skin.

Timothy's awkward movements revealed his lack of experience in such tasks. He had never done anything like this before.

However, despite his unfamiliarity, Timothy displayed unexpected patience.

The next morning, Mia woke up with a yawn. Stretching lazily, she glanced around at the familiar ceiling, her mind still somewhat foggy. She vaguely remembered attending a business gala last night, followed by a slight incident; it seemed she had indulged a bit too much in alcohol.

But how had she managed to make it back home?

"Are you awake?" Timothy's deep voice interrupted her thoughts.

As Mia turned her head, she spotted Timothy sitting on the sofa by the window. He wore a white shirt, no tie, with several buttons undone. Lazily lounging on the sofa, Timothy held something in his hand, his gaze fixed upon it.

When Mia caught sight of what Timothy was holding, her mind went blank—it was a photo album!

Meet My Brothers by Red Thirteen chapter 848-Mia quickly leaped out of bed and hurried over, her voice tinged with urgency. "Why are you casually browsing through someone else's belongings?"

She swiftly retrieved the photo album from Timothy's hand, her heart pounding with apprehension. The thought of Timothy stumbling upon pictures of her children filled her with uneasiness.

If Timothy were to discover Sage's photos, all her efforts could be jeopardized.

Knowing Timothy's sharp intellect, Mia feared he might connect the dots.

As Timothy's hand came up empty, he regarded Mia with curiosity. "Why are you so jittery? Are there scandalous photos hidden inside?" He hadn't even begun to peruse the album.

Mia breathed a sigh of relief at his assumption. "Well, there are indeed some personal photos of mine in there. I certainly can't allow you to see them.” She clutched the album tightly, discreetly scanning its contents to ensure Timothy didn't catch sight of anything suspicious.

To her surprise, all the photos of her and the children from inside the bedroom seemed to be missing.

What could this mean?

Had Peyton preemptively taken care of these potential risks?

"Well, Peyton definitely deserves a bonus for this!" Mia mused silently to herself.

Observing Mia's cryptic behavior, Timothy's curiosity about the photo album was piqued further. What exactly was she concealing?

Clearing her throat, Mia spoke up, "By the way, what are you doing in my room?"

“Last night, someone got drunk, and I ended up spending the entire night taking care of her. She was even talking in her sleep the whole time."

Mia regarded him skeptically. "What did I say during my sleep?"

Had she unintentionally revealed something while sleep-talking? Timothy's expression grew complex. "Mia, it seems like you really despise me; you were even cursing me in your dreams!"

As Mia drifted off to sleep last night, Timothy had remained by her side, only to hear her angry murmurs directed at him.

A twinge of guilt flashed across Mia's face as she recalled the tumultuous dreams from the previous night.

Nonetheless, she swiftly composed herself and confidently remarked, “It must have been memories resurfacing.” "Did anything come back to you?"

Mia shook her head. "No, not really. It was simply a chaotic dream. But in it, someone was rather bothersome. It's baffling how I ever fell for you in the past!"

Timothy pursed his lips tightly. "I'm sorry.” Upon hearing his apology, Mia's expression shifted uncomfortably. "Better late than never. Anyway, please leave. I need to freshen up and change clothes."

Mia couldn't take the risk of letting Timothy stay in her bedroom and potentially finding any clues.

As she stepped out of the dressing room, she lightly touched her face and murmured, "Did Gertrude forget to moisturize my skin after removing my makeup last night? It feels so dry."

Timothy's voice cut through the air. "Gertrude didn't mention that to me."

His words puzzled Mia.

She turned to him and asked, "Wait, did you remove my makeup last night?"

It was then that Mia realized she was dressed in a nightgown instead of the evening gown she remembered having on.

Her hand halted in mid-air as she looked directly at Timothy. “Hold on a second, who changed my clothes last night?"

Timothy arched an eyebrow. "What do you think?"

“Timothy, you're just a bodyguard. How dare you change my clothes?" Remaining composed, Timothy answered, "Since you've given birth to my daughter, it's only fitting that I take care of you in return.” Mia was utterly stunned by his response.

Her face turned red with embarrassment, and she impulsively grabbed a pillow from the bed, hurling it at him. "Who asked you to take care of me!"

Bloody hell!

Blushing intensely, Mia quickly made her way into the dressing room. Once inside, she firmly closed the door behind her and hid her face in her hands, overwhelmed with embarrassment.

Meet My Brothers by Red Thirteen chapter 849-Mia's mind felt foggy, and she could only vaguely recall the car ride back to Meadowview Estate.

However, she couldn't quite remember how she had ended up back in her bedroom and had managed to remove her makeup and change her clothes; it was a blur in her memory.

It was evident that alcohol had its consequences.

As Timothy glanced toward the dressing room, a slight smirk tugged at his lips. It seemed Mia was much more well-behaved when she was asleep.

A short while later, Mia emerged from the dressing room dressed in fresh attire.

She couldn't help but notice Timothy lounging on the sofa, still wearing yesterday's security uniform. His sleeves were casually rolled up, revealing his muscular forearms.

Even in simple work attire, Timothy exuded an undeniable charm. His refined demeanor radiated through, even without the embellishment of a high-end tailored suit.

Glancing over, Timothy spoke up, "Do I cut a fine figure?"

Mia quickly snapped back to reality. "Mr. Barrett, you certainly have a striking appearance. You'd fit right into the entertainment industry, perhaps even better than in the business world."

"Just now, your secretary knocked on the door. He seemed to have some work-related matters to discuss.” “It's probably related to the incident from last night's banquet.” Without delay, Mia made her way downstairs to the living room, where Peyton awaited. "What's the issue?"

"Ms. Mia, regarding the incident at yesterday's banquet, we've conducted some discreet investigations. Since Mr. Chuck's return to the country, he has grown quite close to Lewis, almost as if they were longtime pals.” “Long-time pals, my foot! They're more like birds of the same feather." Mia was puzzled. Where did the Bowens find the audacity to assume she would marry into their family?

"Ms. Mia, Harper Martinez, the woman previously harassed by Mr. Chuck, has decided to file a police report. However, Mr. Chuck's family has been pressuring her to settle the matter privately.

“If our team were not still present at the hospital, she would likely be under the control of the Jones family by now."

Mia's expression hardened as she recalled the events of last night. "Arrange for a lawyer to assist Harper. If she needs legal support, our lawyer will handle it."

"Ms. Mia, by doing so, the Jones family will undoubtedly target you." Mia leaned back, a touch of mockery glinting in her eyes. "I'll be waiting. Are the Joneses truly bold enough to conspire against me?" During this time, Mia had been staying in Xanier Island and Bern City. She hadn't expected trouble to find her so soon after leaving for just a few days.

Mia was determined to ensure the success of Harper's lawsuit, aiming to make both the Jones family and the misguided Bowen family understand the consequences of their actions.

"Why would the Bowen family dare to plot against you?" Timothy's displeasure was evident as he approached, having overheard their conversation.

Mia arched an eyebrow. "Do you seriously not know the reason? The Bowen family is proudly proclaiming their collaboration with the esteemed aristocrats of Bern City, the Barrett family, with aspirations to become the leading force in Nord City. Where else do you think their confidence is coming from?"

Timothy's expression tightened. "I genuinely had no prior knowledge of this situation. The collaboration between the Bowen family and the Barrett Group's branch is nothing more than minor deals."

"Would you like to return to Bern City to verify this, Mr. Barrett?" Timothy met her gaze, his eyes narrowing slightly. “Are you trying to use this as a reason to send me away from Nord City? Unfortunately, that won't work."

"Then when do you plan to leave? Do you intend to stay by my side as a lowly bodyguard, enduring the stigma of being labeled as a penniless loser?” Mia had assumed that taking Timothy to the business banquet yesterday would strike a blow to his pride.

Nonetheless, Timothy was not oblivious to Mia's thoughts. He spoke calmly, “If you want me to leave, I can. However, my request is simple: let me witness Ginger's recovery."

Mia's guard went up as soon as Timothy mentioned Ginger. "Ginger's treatment will begin shortly. I'll keep you informed once she's fully recovered.” "Mia, Ginger is my daughter. I want to be there for her and see her through her recovery."

Meet My Brothers by Red Thirteen chapter 850-Timothy's expression grew serious. "I wasn't there for you two years ago, so now that Ginger is sick, I absolutely cannot leave her side for even a moment."

Mia glanced at Timothy, unsure of how to respond.

Her expression shifted uncomfortably as she stood up. Out of nowhere, everything around her blurred, and a sharp, stabbing pain shot through her head as if tiny needles were piercing her brain.

"What's wrong?" Timothy swiftly rushed to Mia's side, noticing her pale complexion.

He immediately turned to Gertrude. "Get the family doctor here!" Gertrude nodded and went to make the arrangements. Observing the scene, Peyton's expression grew complex. It seemed Timothy didn't consider himself an outsider at all.

Mia awkwardly pushed Timothy away. "I'm okay, I just feel a bit dizzy. I probably had too much to drink last night."

"As the young lady of the Lane family, you don't need to resort to alcohol to entertain guests.” Seated on the sofa, Mia opened her eyes and met Timothy's gaze. "But last night's business banquet was an exception for me."

She wasn't just some pampered heiress, after all.

Soon, the family doctor, Finley Robinson, arrived to examine Mia. "Ms. Mia appears to be in good health. The dizziness is probably just a result of a hangover,” he informed.

Standing nearby, Peyton hesitated to speak, wondering if Mia's old ailment had resurfaced. However, with Timothy present, Peyton felt uneasy about addressing the matter.

Glancing at Timothy, Mia remarked, "See? I told you there's nothing to worry about."

Timothy's expression softened slightly. "Having some breakfast might help.” As Mia settled into her seat at the dining table, her eyes couldn't help but wander to Timothy, who had followed her.

With a mischievous smile, she deliberately inquired, "Peyton, where do bodyguards usually have their meals?"

Peyton replied calmly, "They typically eat in the designated staff area.” As Peyton finished speaking, Mia rested her chin on her hand, offering Timothy a sly smile. “Timmo, why don't you go and have your meal?" Unfazed, Timothy turned and left the dining room.

Mia had anticipated Timothy's reaction to be one of anger, but his composed demeanor surprised her. It seemed he was resolute in waiting for Ginger's treatment to commence.

However, Mia had been deceiving Timothy all along. It wasn't Ginger who needed treatment, but rather Ginger's brother, Sage.

Did Mia really have to orchestrate Ginger's fake illness in the hospital to deceive Timothy?

At that moment, Peyton approached, speaking softly, "Ms. Mia, was that headache a recurrence of your previous condition? Would you like Dr. Grayson to examine you?"

Recalling the strange yet familiar scenes from her dream the previous night, Mia nodded. "Yes, please make the arrangements. I'll go later." "But Mr. Barrett is also here. Shouldn't we find a reason to send him away?"

“That won't be necessary."

After all, Timothy was already aware of Mia's amnesia.

Following breakfast, Mia observed Timothy coming out of the kitchen. "Mr. Barrett, how was breakfast?"

Timothy remained composed as he replied, "It was fine.” Mia was somewhat surprised by Timothy's calm demeanor. Approaching her, Timothy inquired, "When does Ginger's treatment start? I'd like to go see her."

"Actually, Ginger's treatment has already commenced, and everything is progressing smoothly so far. Dominic and Eva have been taking turns staying at the hospital. If they were to see you, what do you think would happen?"

Unease flickered in Mia's gaze. She couldn't risk Timothy witnessing the treatment process; it would undoubtedly jeopardize their cover. Timothy's response was resolute. "Whatever consequences there may be, I'll face them myself. I won't leave until I witness Ginger's recovery.” Mia's frustration reached a boiling point. “Timothy, you're merely a bodyguard now. Don't display such arrogance!"

"Mia, don't assume that I don't know you're hiding something.”