Meet My Brothers by Red Thirteen ( Mia Bowen )
Chapter 157

After ending the call, Wilhelmina cast a glance at Mia. She was determined to prove to Shelly that Miawas

truly pregnant.

However, there was no need to rush things at that moment.

After a moment of contemplation, Wilhelmina opened her WhatsApp and playfully typed, “Hey Keegan,didn’t

you mention last time that you were looking to meet a talented girl?

“Interestingly, there’s a colleague in my studio who surpassed me and secured the top spot in that

competition. I’ll introduce her to you later.”

With everything arranged, Wilhelmina swiftly approached Felix.

“Felix, we’ve just landed a design order for a luxury villa, and the client specifically asked for Mia totake

charge of the project,” she announced coquettishly.

“Alright, I’ll deliver the order to her later,” Felix remarked.

With a subtle smile on her lips, Wilhelmina exited the office.

Having established a connection with the Barrett family, it seemed appropriate to distance herself from

Keegan.

Having Mia take her place could simplify matters, shielding Wilhelmina from potential complications.With

Shelly around, Keegan would replace himself powerless against Wilhelmina.

Soon after, Mia secured the design contract for a luxury villa.

Upon dialing the client’s number, a middle–aged man picked up. After introducing herself, Mia asked,“Could you provide an overview of your design preferences?”

“Mr. Stewart is currently occupied. If you want specifics, you’ll need to meet him in person,” came theswift.

reply.

“And when would be a suitable time?”

“He is available tomorrow afternoon. You may come straight to the villa,” the voice instructed beforepromptly

ending the call.

Mia glanced at her phone, reflecting on how many affluent Individuals seemed to share similar traits.

In this modern era, amassing wealth was undoubtedly challenging.

The following afternoon, Mia arrived at the villa as directed.

Yet, the moment she stepped inside, a sense of unease washed over her.

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It could have been the living room decor that didn’t sit well with her, though she couldn’t quite place herfinger

on it.

Taking a seat on the sofa, Mia awaited her appointment.

Soon after, a maid approached with a tray of fruit juice.

“May I-” Just as Mia began to inquire, the maid abruptly turned and walked away, leaving Mia’squestion hanging in the air.

Mia held back from speaking, her gaze briefly lingering on the beverage in front of her before decidingnot to consume it.

With her pregnancy, she needed to be cautious in her dietary choices.

As moments passed, the sun outside gradually dipped toward the western horizon.

Mia felt the temperature in the living room drop noticeably.

She took out her phone and dialed the client’s number again, but there was no answer on the otherend.

Just as she contemplated leaving, a commanding voice echoed from behind, halting her in her tracks.“Ms. Bowen, please wait.”

Turning around, Mia saw an elderly man in a wheelchair emerging from the elevator, accompanied by atall, hefty middle–aged man standing beside him.

Recognizing the voice, Mia gathered that this middle–aged man must be the individual she had spokenwith

over the phone.

Retracing her steps, Mia greeted, “Hello, Mr. Stewart.”

“I heard you secured first place in the Fleur International Design Competition. Truly, talent oftenaccompanies beauty,” Keegan commented.

Mia managed a strained smile, feeling uneasy about Keegan’s gaze.

“Please, Ms. Bowen, take a seat and make yourself comfortable.

“I couldn’t help but notice you haven’t indulged in the fruit spread before you. Is there something elseyou’d prefer? I’d be happy to arrange an alternative for you,” Keegan remarked.

“It’s alright, Mr. Stewart. Here are some design sketches I’ve crafted. Please take a look and let meknow if anything catches your eye,” Mia suggested, hoping to redirect the conversation.

Following that, Keegan made a swift gesture, signaling Roberto to seize the design sketches.

At the same time, Keegan handed a business card to Mia, stating, “Ms. Bowen, you might not befamiliar with who I am. Allow me to introduce myself.”