Meet My Brothers by Red Thirteen ( Mia Bowen )
Chapter 112

Mia stepped out of the restaurant, and her eyes caught the gleam of a sleek black luxury car parkednearby. A subtle anticipation flickered in her gaze–was Timothy already there?

After a brief pause, Mia turned to Gina and said, “Tell everyone to go ahead. I’ll just step back inside fora moment to use the restroom.”

Retreating into the restaurant, Mia lingered in hiding for a good ten minutes. She waited patiently tomake sure most of her classmates had left before making her exit.

Suddenly, her phone rang.

Mia answered, hearing Timothy’s deep voice on the other end. “Come out.”

“I’m on my way.” Mia replied.

Exiting the restaurant with a casual stride, Mia observed her classmates had dispersed. Approachingthe sleek black luxury car, she hurriedly opened the door and slid inside.

Timothy’s gaze sharpened. “Since when does attending class come with social commitments?” hequestioned.

Mia calmly defended herself, “I just grabbed a meal with some old classmates after going back tocollege. It’s a casual get–together, not a mandatory commitment.”

During the ride, a heavy silence hung between them until they reached their marital home.

As expected, Martha was nearby when Mia arrived. Timothy didn’t seem particularly worried aboutwhere Mia had been or what she had been up to. It was as if he didn’t feel the need to act concerned.

In the days that followed, Mia stayed diligent, attending classes with unwavering punctuality. Herschedule was jam–packed, leaving her little room to dwell on other matters.

While immersed in her studies at the library, Mia’s phone buzzed with a call from Riley. “Remember,Mia, the award ceremony is this afternoon.”

“I haven’t forgotten,” Mia assured her.

Being cautious, Mia set an alarm on her phone to ensure she would be punctual and not miss theevent.

As she made her way to the lecture hall, Taylor intercepted her path, locking eyes and sayingominously. “Mia,

I know your secret.”

Confusion flashed across Mia’s eyes. Her relationship with Taylor had always been strained, and itseemed that, despite the years passed, little had changed.

“A few days ago, near the restaurant, someone gave you a ride, right?” Taylor interrogated.

A subtle shift in Mia’s expression betrayed her.

Despite her careful approach, Mia hadn’t expected her actions at the restaurant to invite such scrutiny.

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Wearing a smug grin, Taylor observed Mia. “Oh be honest now, Mia. Did you leave college because offinancial

struggles in your family?”

“How else could someone who once dropped out amass such wealth? Could it be connected to thatolder man

with the luxury car?” Taylor pressed further.

Mia’s gaze turned cold. “Taylor, after all these years, you’re still the same. It’s no surprise peoplewhisper

about you behind closed doors.”

“What are you implying? What have they been saying about me? Be clear with your words!” Taylorretorted.

Ignoring Taylor, Mia confidently strode toward the lecture hall. Inside, she found her name neatlylabeled on a

chair.

Being back in this academic setting felt surreal, like stepping into a dream.

Soon, the anticipated award ceremony will begin.

As Mia scanned the venue, she noticed Kennedy, the principal, entering with a group.

Among them, Timothy stood out in a sleek dark suit that accentuated his refined and handsomeappearance.

Seeing Timothy on campus took Mia by surprise.

Indeed, it was a small world after all.

Mia found herself among a group of fellow students, all poised and ready to take the stage.

Suddenly, a nervous–looking young woman beside her blurted, “You’re the renowned ‘Mia Bowen,‘aren’t you?”

With a hint of humility, Mia cleared her throat and responded, “I wouldn’t exactly call myself a big shot.”

“Mia, could I please have your autograph? I really admire you!” another student eagerly asked.

Before long, Mia found herself surrounded by a group of students, diverting her attention.

As Timothy approached, his gaze swiftly fell upon Mia.

Was Mia really this popular at school?

Timothy’s eyes fixed on the young man seated next to Mia, observing his attentive gestures as hepoured water for her and snapped photos. A subtle sense of unease crept into Timothy’s heart.

Noticing Timothy’s focused gaze, Kennedy interjected, “Mr. Barrett, that young woman secured firstplace at the Fleur International Design Competition. Would you like to have a chat with her?”