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Meet My Brothers by Red Thirteen

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Chapter 632

Timothy's gaze was deep and mysterious, chilling enough to be lethal.

The glamorous dealer, Lena, could no longer hold back. “Monalize, will you ever stop? You're addicted to stealing

men, aren't you? This man was mine first!”

Upon hearing this, Mia realized that Lena had taken the bait.

Turning her head, Mia flashed a sly smile at Lena. “You witnessed it yourself just now. He was clearly impressed

by me. It’s just a drink. Why are you making such a fuss? You haven't even slept with him yet. so how can you

claim him as yours?”

“Y-You shameless woman! Just because you've slept with so many men, you think you're special?” Mia couldn't

help but smirk. “Well, that’s certainly a step up from your tactics. Resorting to illegally kidnapping Caleb's

daughter just to keep him? That's truly despicable.”

“You... What nonsense are you talking about? | never kidnapped his daughter!”

Lena was struck by a pang of guilt. She had orchestrated the kidnapping, but Tanner had covered their tracks

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effectively, including deleting the surveillance footage.

Caleb wouldn't find any solid evidence even if he searched.

Mia's gaze turned cold as she turned to Caleb, a slight smirk playing on her rosy lips. “Don’t believe Lena's lies.

This woman can’t seem to catch a man, so she resorts to these methods to try to manipulate

you.”

As Caleb caught sight of Mia's smile, a shiver ran down his spine.

He wished Mia wouldn't wear such a confident smirk, especially since he was already under Timothy's intense,

potentially lethal stare.

If looks could kill, Caleb would have been dead countless times over by now.

Caleb’s mind went blank, and he could only manage a soft “Okay.”

A flash of impatience flickered in Mia's eyes before she continued, “Aren't you even slightly curious why your

daughter has suddenly shown up at your door?”

Caleb nervously swallowed. “I don’t have a daughter.”

Upon hearing this Mia Salty understood why Dominic had kept her in the dark about her ex-husband.

She quickly sheeeed back snatched a pen and paper from the waiter’s tray, and jotted down a series of phone

numbers

With a bold Bestick mark, she sealed the note before slipping it into Caleb’s chest pocket.

“Don’t forget to givea call. We should catch up over drinks sometime,” she said, forcing a fake smile.

Concidentally, they were on Xanier island, where murder was not punishable by law.

With her inesponsible ex-husband present Mia wouldn't hesitate to take action.

After the exchange. Mia noticed Lena slipping away, visibly troubled. Mia knew she had to extract information

about Ginger’s whereabouts from Lena.

As for why she didn’t ask Caleb for more details, he had just denied having a daughter. It was clear he didn’t

care about children at all so perhaps he hadn’t even paid attention to Ginger.

The only person who might have information about Ginger's whereabouts was Lena.

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Mia pracy tumed and followed Lena, her high heels clicking with each step. Her long legs, partially exposed

under her robe, were undeniably alluring.

Observing Mia’s departure. Timothy couldn’t help but frown. He was certain that every man in the room had

been admiring her enticing less.

A peculiar feeling of uneasiness settled in Timothy's heart.

Tuming to Caleb, he demanded. “Hand it over!”

Caleb hastly retrieved the paper from his pocket. “Tim, you have to believe me. I'm innocent. | just met her

yesterday for the first time, and | have no interest in her whatsoever!”.

“Huh, didn’t she give you her phone number? Aren't you going to take advantage of this opportunity?”

As Timothy unfolded the paper, he noticed the red lipstick mark on it. He couldn't help but adjust his tie. feeling

inexplicably imitated.

However, as he examined the string of phone numbers, a sense of familiarity washed over him.

Nonetheless, as he recalled the call he had made the night before, he folded the paper once more, poured

himself a drink, and pondered. “Who do you think she truly is?” truly is?”