Meet My Brothers by Red Thirteen

Leaning against the wall, Timothy regarded Dylan with disdain. “I'm not like you."

"What sets us apart? To Ms. Lane, we're essentially the same," Dylan countered.

“My connection with her is far more intricate than you realize,” Timothy asserted, a touch of arrogance in his tone.

This statement intrigued Dylan. "What exactly is your relationship with Ms. Lane?"

“I don't have to disclose that to you," Timothy replied firmly, shooting Dylan a piercing stare. "It would be wise for you to maintain your distance from her. Otherwise, you'll come to regret it."

Despite being in Nord City, taking down a lowly actor like Dylan would be considered child's play for Timothy.

Dylan responded with a mocking expression, "Do you really think you can scare me off? I was just trying to give you a friendly heads-up that Mia isn't someone you can chase after. If it's money you're after, just name your price."

Upon hearing this, Timothy removed his sunglasses, revealing his sharp and arrogant eyes. "You might be daring, but my rate is out of your league."

Dylan was taken aback by Timothy's sudden change in appearance. Timothy was remarkably handsome, and his gaze held a captivating intensity.

a certain aura about him that didn't fit the

He began to suspect that Timothy was more than just a regular bodyguard.

Timothy had emerged out

his sunglasses back on, Timothy calmly remarked, "You don't need to know who I am. Just understand that staying away

tenure in the entertainment industry, Dylan had encountered a diverse array

presence of this bodyguard, he couldn't shake off a creeping unease, prompting him to erase any trace of disdain

a complexity to this man that Dylan couldn't ignore. Looking at Timothy earnestly, Dylan reiterated, “I'm serious

than met the eye, the fact that he was merely Mia's bodyguard suggested he

man would work as a

seemed utterly absurd

current career somewhat successful, having amassed a decent amount of money. Therefore, finances

not someone you can simply

desire to engage in further conversation with Dylan,

of commotion echoed