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?"

Through clenched teeth, he objected, "Mia, are

at Timothy's retort. "Watch your language, Mr. Bodyguard,” he shot back sharply. "Please keep it civil. There's no need to make a

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!" Mia's smile faltered slightly at Timothy's remark. With a smirk,

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

and forcefully closed the door. Outside, Timothy stood alone, adjusting his tie in frustration. His gaze briefly darkened as he glanced at the two figures inside

years, he had never encountered a manipulative "nice guy" who could outwit

found Dylan's

Timothy blocked his path and nonchalantly

movements were poised and unruffled, as though it were the most natural thing in the

seat taken, Peyton hesitated, casting a wary glance at Timothy. As he observed Timothy's somber expression, Peyton couldn't shake the sense of impending

just go sit in the other car at the back,” he

identity. Nonetheless, Peyton was well aware that

Peyton realized

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 to his relationship with Ms. Lane?" "I believe so. Despite