Meet My Brothers by Red Thirteen

Chapter 312

“Yes, that’s true. However, given my background as a designer, I cannot simply turn down a

design offer, can I?”

When it came to styling her ex–husband, Mia was open to the idea, albeit with a price attached.

Charging ten thousand dollars per session was indeed a lucrative venture, to say the least.

Timothy casually handed the phone to Holly, instructing her, “Go ahead and make the necessary

arrangements. I’ve got other matters to take care of.”

Mia gritted her teeth and insisted, “Payment upfront, please.”

Timothy swiftly retrieved his phone, transferring the agreed–upon amount to Mia.

As Mia observed the ten thousand dollars reflected in her bank account, she took a deep breath

and adopted a professional smile.

“Could you share any specific preferences you have for the outfit or details about the occasion you’re preparing for?”

Timothy arched an eyebrow, impressed by Mia’s rapid shift in attitude. He responded casually,” I’ve got a business gala to attend this weekend.”

With that, Timothy exited the bedroom.

Mia leaned back, taking a moment to think.

a business gala, executing the task would be a tough pill for

the recently deposited ten thousand dollars, a sudden dea struck

the bottom drawer. You’ll find a bright red suit inside. Pair it with these, and then just leave the outfit

vibrant red ensemble skeptically.

by neutral tones like black, white,

choice seem unconventional.

can trust my judgment, Holly. There’s no need to worry. I’m the one planning the outfit, so you can leave

well aware that the chosen outfit was not something Timothy would typically opt for.

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precisely why Mia

Timothy’s considerable trust in Mia, she might as well capitalize on it this time.

coordinated the outfit, Mia left the marital villa in

she arrived at the entrance of her neighborhood.

hungry, Mia decided to satisfy her cravings with some tacos from a nearby

vendor.

to savor her meal, Connor’s voice

eating?”

Mia’s posture

and noticed Connor exiting the car, an uneasy expression graced her face.

a bit hungry, so I decided to grab a late–night snack,”

that she hadn’t

in another scolding.

joined in by ordering some tacos and remarked,

me hungry too.”

demeanor, Mia felt a