Meet My Brothers by Red Thirteen

Chapter 560

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Heath swallowed nervously. Timothy indeed had plans for the evening. However, given the current situation, Heath knew he couldn’t acknowledge it.

He quickly replied. “There aren’t any plans tonight.”

Timothy nodded solemnly and he shifted his gaze to Jeremy, his dark eyes carrying an overwhelming

Intensity.

Just as Jeremy was about to reply, Mia swiftly intervened, “Even though Mr. Barrett is available, it’s unlikely he would join us for street food.

“Given his wealthy background, he tends to dine at Michelin–starred restaurants and has a palate for

refined tastes.

Jeremy felt a cold sweat forming on his forehead. He couldn’t help but wonder why Mia seemed to hold such strong opinions about her ex–husband.

It seemed as though Mia was subtly hinting that she wasn’t keen on dining with Timothy.

Timothy’s gaze narrowed. “Well, I’ve grown weary of Michelin–starred restaurants. I’d like to experience

for a

nodded. “Since you have the time, let’s all go together. There’s a decent Cagon diner near campus. I’ve arranged for

grew quiet, choosing to withhold any further remarks. Knowing Timothy’s refined taste,

their way to the

within an alley and off–limits to vehicles, the diner required a short walk

pathway was somewhat slippery, and the surroundings were not particularly clean or hygienic, with a constant flow of people.

a glance back at Timothy, who trailed behind her. He was clad in a

custom–made leather shoes gleamed immaculately, with even their soles appearing cleaner

seemed entirely out of place

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a man of such refinement belonged in Michelin–starred restaurants and places frequented by luxury cars,

from a nearby shop accidentally splashed water, narrowly missing Timothy.

his trousers bore some water stains,

Timothy p

and nose.

from his pocket, wrinkling his nose as he covered his mouth

and remarked, “Mr. Barrett, I’ve mentioned before that this place isn’t

couldn’t help but feel a

Although it boasted delicious food, it clearly wasn’t appropriate for

slipping one hand

her head, questioning. “What’s