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?"

Mia's suggestion. Through clenched teeth, he objected, "Mia, are you

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

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, she offered, "Dylan, why don't you come

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

adjusting his tie in frustration. His gaze briefly darkened

never encountered a manipulative "nice guy" who

Dylan's

Timothy blocked his

unruffled, as though it were the most natural thing in the

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

throat. "Um, I'll just go sit

After all, no one present knew Timothy's true identity. Nonetheless, Peyton was well aware that Timothy wasn't just any bodyguard; he was the CEO of the esteemed

husband, Peyton realized it would be unwise to compete

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 to his relationship with Ms. Lane?" "I believe so. Despite rumors about Ms. Mia's