Meet My Brothers by Red Thirteen ( Mia Bowen ) novel Chapter 858

Upon hearing this, Timothy remained unfazed. He turned to Mia and remarked, "Since the paparazzi have already captured rumors about us, would there be compensation if I had a casual chat with them now?"

Mia clenched her teeth, cautioning, "Timothy, you're overstepping your bounds."

Timothy maintained his composure as he continued, "If you want me to stay silent, it's quite simple. Just provide me with the salary I'm owed."

Ultimately, Mia yielded and instructed Peyton to issue Timothy his wages for the two days. After all, Timothy had kept his end of the bargain.

In this critical moment, Mia couldn't afford any information to leak to the media.

Taking the 50 dollars, Timothy offered Mia a wry smile. "Is this the standard rate for being your bodyguard?"

Peyton intervened to explain, "That's because you're still in a trial period. Once your employment is official, your salary will double. For now, this is the rate."

Timothy remained silent as he pocketed the 50 dollars. Nonchalantly, he stood up and exited the room.

Mia hurried after him, her tone urgent. "Are you planning to go to the mall now? The paparazzi photos likely haven't been removed yet. If you go now, you're bound to be seen!"

Timothy remained unfazed. "Well, that's not something I'm going to lose sleep over."

Mia simmered with frustration at Timothy's unyielding attitude. What did he mean it wasn't his concern?

Was he implying that she had to shoulder the responsibility alone?

In the end, Mia gave in and stormed off to the mall alongside Timothy.

During the car ride, neither exchanged a word.

As Timothy noticed Mia's sulky expression from the corner of his eye, his lips curled slightly.

After getting out of the car, they made their way to an exclusive elevator that took them directly to the top floor of the mall.

Sitting down on the sofa, Mia addressed Timothy, saying, "You can have whatever you need delivered here. There's no need for you to go out."

Timothy, usually confident and self-assured, momentarily fell silent. He turned to the attendant and inquired, "Do you have any suggestions for what I could get with 50 bucks?"

The attendant was momentarily taken aback. After all, most patrons of their establishment wouldn't typically be constrained by a 50-dollar budget. Those who couldn't afford it wouldn't choose to shop there in the first place.

Despite having just 50 bucks, Timothy carried himself with confidence and an air of affluence, almost as if he had five million dollars instead.

His presence was commanding, far exceeding what one would expect from someone with such a modest budget.

The attendant nervously replied, "Let me go and see what I can find. Please wait a moment."

Once the attendant left, Mia struggled to suppress her laughter. "Mr. Barrett, have you ever considered what you can purchase with just 50 bucks?"

Unaccustomed to financial constraints, Timothy found himself in unfamiliar territory.

"Hey there, pretty boy bodyguard, need a loan?" a woman's voice taunted from outside the room.