Meet My Brothers by Red Thirteen

Tension immediately filled the air as Mia turned to see Timothy and Dylan standing in front of the car door.

She remained silent, curious about their confrontation.

However, Dylan showed no signs of yielding. He stood casually by the door, blocking Timothy's access. "Sorry, but Mia and I have plans to dine together tonight. It just doesn't feel right having a bodyguard in tow, you know?"

Dylan was taken aback by the bodyguard's audacity. He had never encountered one so bold as to insist on sitting in the backseat with their employer.

Yet, Timothy stood his ground. "As her bodyguard, it's appropriate for me to sit here."

Dylan persisted, "Actually, it's more suitable for a bodyguard to sit in the front passenger seat."

The two men locked eyes, neither showing any sign of backing down. In the next moment, Dylan turned to Mia and proposed, "Mia, why don't you decide? Where should the bodyguard sit?"

Mia paused briefly before suggesting, "How about we all sit together and make room for everyone?"

expression soured instantly at Mia's suggestion. Through clenched teeth, he objected, "Mia,

he shot back sharply. "Please keep it civil. There's no need to make a fuss about 'three's

and I are simply friends, and you're her employee. We're just going out for a meal like any other group of friends. If you hadn't insisted on sitting beside Mia, none of this would have happened!"

Timothy. "As a bodyguard, you should know how to

forcefully closed the door. Outside, Timothy stood alone, adjusting his tie in frustration. His gaze briefly darkened as he

had never encountered

Timothy found Dylan's behavior utterly

Timothy blocked his

as though it were the most

casting a wary glance at Timothy. As he observed Timothy's somber expression, Peyton couldn't shake the sense of impending danger lingering in the

his throat. "Um, I'll just go sit in the other car at the

wisely stepped aside. After all, no one present knew Timothy's true identity. Nonetheless, Peyton was well aware that Timothy wasn't just any bodyguard;

future husband, Peyton realized it would be unwise to compete with

back of the car. Some of them couldn't help but speculate, "Who is this Mr. Barrett exactly? He has the nerve to stand up to Miguel without any repercussions—could there be more