Meet My Brothers by Red Thirteen

Chapter 786

Mia was sharply stung by Timothy’s remark.

She scoffed, saying, “Even your mother considers Ginger a burden. Besides, don’t you have a son named Asher? Why are you so fixated on Ginger?”

“I’ve told you before, Asher isn’t my son!”

“If he’s not your son, then whose child is he? Timothy, you’re truly despicable!”

As Mia tried to leave, Timothy pulled her into an embrace. He lowered his head and whispered hoarsely, “It seems like this matters to you after all. Could it be that you’re jealous?”

Mia was utterly furious. She forcefully stomped on Timothy’s foot and then swiftly turned, aiming a kick toward his groin. “So, you think you’re a player, huh? Let’s see if you’ve got what it takes!”

Timothy let out a grunt, his muscles tensing, while beads of sweat formed on his forehead.

He glared at Mia as she backed away, gritting his teeth. “Stop right there!”

Nonetheless, Mia had no intention of staying. She proceeded directly to the elevator, determined to leave the hospital.

Upon reaching the hospital’s exit, she was confronted by a red sports car parked right in front of her.

the sports car

stormed out of the vehicle. “You bitch! How dare you trick me

I guess your brain isn’t totally useless after all,” Mia

already sent away, Mia no longer needed to maintain the facade in front

hadn’t expected Monalize to admit so readily.

had harbored doubts, pondering whether Monalize,

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holding to the ground. “We have no grievances between us, so why resort to using these counterfeit goods to

not exactly close, so it’s surprising that you shamelessly turn to me every time

of dollars. Since you boldly demanded them, I had to resort to such measures to minimize

of the Barrett

she’s been deliberately cozying up

finally realized how someone as gullible as Shelly

had become the subject of ridicule for flaunting fake goods, and numerous people were demanding refunds.

already sold half of those counterfeit items you gave me, and now these people

expression, “Did I personally take the money you earned from

became somewhat defensive. “Why does it matter if I was the one who collected it? It’s all gone now anyway. If it weren’t for you giving me counterfeit goods, I wouldn’t be getting chased for refunds now.”

collected the money,” Mia retorted.