Meet My Brothers by Red Thirteen ( Mia Bowen ) novel Chapter 530

With her newfound wealth, Mia decided to indulge a bit.

She selected a few silk scarves that she thought would suit Laura's complexion perfectly.

As Mia approached the checkout counter, someone behind her handed over a card and said, "Put it on mine."

Mia grabbed the card and turned to see Timothy standing there. "What's this for?"

"I'm not the type to let women pay," Timothy replied.

"Oh, is that so? I don't recall you being so considerate back when I was footing the bill for groceries and cooking.

"Now that we're divorced and I've achieved financial stability, you suddenly refuse to let women pay? Seems a bit late for chivalry," Mia retorted sharply.

The store clerk nodded in agreement. "Absolutely. As women, we should strive for self-reliance and financial independence," she asserted.

"Exactly. Here, use my card," Mia replied, handing over her bank card.

Once the transaction was done, she grabbed the box of scarves and walked away without looking back.

Watching her depart, Timothy was overcome by a sense of resignation. He couldn't comprehend Caleb's misguided belief that showering women with money would win their affection.

As he exited the mall, Timothy scanned the surroundings but couldn't spot Mia anywhere. "Where did she go?" he inquired.

Rodger stammered, "S-She hailed a cab."

Timothy adjusted his tie, the stifling frustration in his heart growing ever since he discovered that Mia was the heiress of the Lane family.

As he entered the car, he said, "Let's go."

Meanwhile, Mia hummed a tune in the cab, feeling particularly cheerful.

In the past, she was merely an orphan, devoid of any power or influence. While residing with the Barrett family, she consistently felt inferior and struggled to hold her head high.

Undoubtedly, her newfound affluence brought great satisfaction.

Mia arched an eyebrow and glanced over. "When it comes to climbing the social ladder, who can match your audacity? You arrive uninvited, yet you're nothing more than distant relatives."

Dahlia abruptly stood up. "Who are you referring to as distant relatives? The patriarch of Mrs. Barrett Senior and my grandfather originate from the same hometown, carry the same surname, and are linked by a shared lineage!"

With an air of haughtiness, Dixie, sporting her surgically altered face, remarked, "Isn't it true? We're undoubtedly better off than certain individuals who, even after divorce, have the nerve to show up uninvited."

Just then, Kaleb approached with a plate of fruits.

Dixie swiftly intervened, "Kaleb, you've arrived just in time. Please, escort this woman out! She's already divorced and still has the audacity to come here and bother us. Who knows what kind of trouble she might stir up!"

Ignoring Dahlia and Dixie, Kaleb respectfully informed Mia, "Mrs. Barrett Senior is still asleep from her nap."

"That's fine, I can wait."

Without a moment's hesitation, Mia settled onto the single sofa across from them, while Kaleb swiftly placed the fruits before her.

However, Dahlia rudely took the fruit platter and demanded, "Kaleb, these are not the fruits I like. Bring another platter!"