MEET MY BROTHERS BY RED THIRTEEN - Season 9 Episode 39

By this time, numerous guests had already arrived, and the parking lot was filled with luxury cars. Some media reporters were also lurking nearby.

As Mia’s car stopped, reporters surrounded it eagerly, akin to bees converging on a hive.

They were well aware that this was the vehicle of the Lane family’s young lady, having caught wind of the news beforehand.

Mia felt a headache coming on as she observed the scene. “I even switched cars today. How did these reporters still manage to recognize me?”

“Don’t exit the car yet,” Timothy swiftly interjected.

Mia hesitated, her eyes locked on Timothy as he opened the car door and stepped out.

The reporters’ gaze quickly shifted to the bodyguard emerging from the vehicle, exchanging curious glances among themselves.

However, Timothy’s expression remained impassive as he moved to the other side and held the door open for Mia. With grace, she elegantly bent down to step out of the car.

As soon as she emerged, the reporters swarmed around her, thrusting their microphones in her face and asking, “Ms. Lane, is it true that you and Mr. Bowen have set a date for your engagement?”

“Ms. Lane, were you aware of the reports about Mr. Bowen kissing a female internet celebrity at a bar some time ago?”

Gathering around Mia, the reporters eagerly seized every opportunity to interrogate her.

Mia’s eyes betrayed a hint of impatience upon hearing these questions. The rumors being spread by the Bowens were starting to grate on her nerves.

When had she ever planned to marry into their family? It was utterly ridiculous.

At that moment, a man stepped forward, positioning himself in front of Mia and forcefully pushing aside the reporters’ microphones.

It was Timothy. His commanding presence radiated an air of authority, making it clear he was not someone to be trifled with.

Mia stood quietly behind him, her eyes focused on his back, lost in thought.

She found herself pleasantly surprised by Timothy’s reliability. Although he didn’t utter a word, the reporters instinctively backed off and refrained from advancing any further.

Mia couldn’t help but give him a subtle thumbs-up. Timothy’s authoritative presence was undeniably effective.

Leading the way, Timothy effortlessly cleared the path as he walked ahead of her.

The other bodyguards followed suit, positioning themselves on either side of Mia to ward off the approaching reporters.

The short walk went surprisingly smoothly!

Before long, Mia safely reached the check-in area.

Accepting the pen offered by the hostess, she gracefully signed her name, striking a pose for the eager media cameras.

Despite her past efforts to avoid Timothy’s attention by staying in the background, she now felt no need to conceal herself any longer.

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Upon returning the pen and stepping away from the check-in counter, Mia’s high heels slipped, causing her to stumble.

Just as she was about to fall, a man caught her, preventing her from hitting the ground.

The reporters nearby gasped in astonishment, and cameras instantly swiveled toward them, capturing the moment with rapid clicks and flashes.

Mia cast a glance at Timothy, whose eyes were shielded by sunglasses. Fortunately, his disguise would likely prevent him from being recognized.

Swiftly moving away from Timothy’s embrace, Mia calmly adjusted her dress and proceeded toward the banquet hall.

Maintaining his stoic expression, Timothy walked beside her. However, as his eyes fell on the back of her dress, a furrow appeared on his brow.

Together, they entered the hall.

Glancing back, Mia realized they were now out of the reporters’ sight. She turned to Timothy and expressed her gratitude, saying, “Thank you for your help earlier. Without you, I would have definitely been embarrassed in front of the media!”

In the next instant, Mia felt a weight settle on her shoulders as Timothy removed his suit jacket and draped it over her.

Surprised, Mia looked at him and asked, “What are you doing? It’s not cold inside the hall. I don’t need to wear a jacket.”

“Your dress got torn when you stumbled earlier. Are you sure you want to go in like this without covering up?”

Mia regarded him skeptically. “Really?”

“You can choose not to believe me,” Timothy replied, unfazed.

After stealing a glance at him, Mia eventually decided to wear the jacket as she entered the hall. She didn’t want to risk any further embarrassment.

As she entered the hall and reached for a glass of champagne, someone approached her.