Filed to story: Mia Bowen and Timothy Barrett Novel
Dylan was taken aback by Timothy’s sudden change in appearance. Timothy was remarkably handsome, and his gaze held a captivating intensity.
Beyond his unexpectedly striking features, there was a certain aura about him that didn’t fit the typical image of a bodyguard.
Dylan’s expression betrayed his bewilderment. “Who exactly are you?” He began to suspect that Timothy was more than just a regular bodyguard. However, he had never seen him with Mia before.
It was as if Timothy had emerged out of nowhere.
With his sunglasses back on, Timothy calmly remarked, “You don’t need to know who I am. Just understand that staying away from her is for your own good. She’s not a woman you can pursue.”
Throughout his tenure in the entertainment industry, Dylan had encountered a diverse array of individuals.
Yet, in the presence of this bodyguard, he couldn’t shake off a creeping unease, prompting him to erase any trace of disdain he may have previously held.
There was a complexity to this man that Dylan couldn’t ignore. Looking at Timothy earnestly, Dylan reiterated, “I’m serious about offering you compensation.”
Although Dylan sensed there was more to Timothy than met the eye, the fact that he was merely Mia’s bodyguard suggested he likely wasn’t wealthy.
After all, what affluent man would work as a bodyguard to pursue a woman?
The notion seemed utterly absurd to Dylan.
Dylan considered his current career somewhat successful, having amassed a decent amount of money. Therefore, finances weren’t a significant concern for him.
Interrupting coldly, Timothy asserted, “She’s not someone you can simply negotiate a price for.”
With no desire to engage in further conversation with Dylan, Timothy briskly turned and exited the private room.
Before long, the sound of commotion echoed from the restroom.
Upon hearing the disturbance, Timothy’s expression shifted. Without a moment’s hesitation, he turned swiftly and strode toward the restroom. Mia had sought a moment of respite in the restroom, but she never expected Connie to burst in, brimming with hostility.
“Mia, how dare you attack my son like this? I will make sure you are held accountable for it today!”
Before Mia could respond, Connie, accompanied by two other women, lunged toward her. It was clear that these women were completely unhinged.
Despite possessing some self-defense skills, Mia found herself overpowered by the trio.
Out of the blue, Connie’s handbag struck Mia with force.
An intense wave of pain surged through Mia’s head, causing her to feel dizzy and fight to maintain her balance.
In an instant, a tall figure appeared before her.
As Mia strained to open her eyes, Timothy’s silhouette gradually came into focus, approaching her. In that instant, a torrent of memories surged through her mind, nearly overpowering her.
The deluge of memories felt like a mounting pressure in her mind, on the brink of exploding.
Clutching her throbbing head, Mia desperately wished she could stem the tide of memories flooding her mind.
As she staggered, Timothy moved forward, wrapping her in his arms with evident concern. “Are you okay?” he asked, his voice filled with worry.
Mia’s headache was so intense that she couldn’t muster a coherent response.
Meanwhile, Connie remained relentless in her threats. “Mia, if you don’t explain yourself today, we’ll both go down together!” she exclaimed. Ignoring Connie’s words, Timothy swiftly snatched Connie’s handbag and slammed it forcefully onto the ground.
Connie was taken aback, fixing Timothy with a sharp glare. “You penniless bodyguard! How dare you toss my bag like that? Do you have any idea how much it costs? You couldn’t afford it even if you sold everything you own!” she screeched.
The other woman cautiously interjected, “Connie, is it possible that this bodyguard is responsible for Lewis’ injuries?”
Upon seeing Timothy, Connie immediately connected the dots and began accusing him vehemently, “Did you knock out Lewis’ teeth?” she shouted angrily.
Timothy’s expression turned cold as he locked eyes with Connie. “Yes, it was me. What are you going to do about it?”
“So, you’re curious about my next move, huh?” Connie retorted, her tone fierce. “After what you did to Lewis, believe me, I won’t just let it slide!
“I’ve already notified the authorities. Get ready to face the consequences; you’re in for some jail time!”
With a protective embrace, Timothy encircled Mia in his arms, his heart racing with anger as he looked at her pale face.
With a dangerous glint in his eyes, Timothy warned Connie, “If anything happens to her, it won’t just be your son facing consequences. I’ll ensure the entire Bowen family joins him!”
After his chilling threat, Timothy carried Mia out of the room.
Connie was momentarily stunned by Timothy’s words, taking a moment to compose herself before responding, “How dare a mere bodyguard like him speak to me in such a manner? Threatening to destroy Lewis and my entire family? It’s utterly absurd!”
Her companion added dismissively, “He’s nothing but a lowly bodyguard, talking rubbish.”
“Exactly. Connie, once your alliance with the Barrett family is solidified, you won’t have to worry about the Lanes anymore.”
Connie’s expression hardened as she nodded firmly. “You’re right. I’ll make sure Mia apologizes to Lewis on her knees. And as for the bodyguard, he won’t escape punishment!”
Exiting the restaurant, Timothy held Mia tightly, his expression unwavering.
Meanwhile, Dylan couldn’t help but overhear the commotion from outside. As he emerged, he was startled to see Mia being carried out, her face drained of color.
With concern etched on his face, Dylan approached and asked, “What happened to Mia?”
“Stay out of it,” Timothy snapped at Dylan, dismissing his question. Turning to Peyton, Timothy ordered, “Take her to the hospital immediately.”
Peyton didn’t stop to ask about Mia’s injuries. Instead, he quickly followed Timothy out of the restaurant, immediately signaling for the driver to pick them up outside.
Initially planning to join them, Dylan found himself abruptly halted by Timothy’s firm shove. With a serious expression, Timothy warned, “Stay out of this!”
Meanwhile, Peyton swiftly settled into the passenger seat, instructing the driver to head to the hospital.
Dylan was surprised by how quickly Peyton complied with Timothy’s orders, but he opted not to intervene.
Instead, he got into his own car and followed closely behind, rushing to the hospital alongside them.
Inside the car, Timothy held Mia gently, his voice soft as he asked, “How are you feeling now? We’re almost at the hospital. Just hold on a little longer.”
Mia felt dizzy and nauseous, her head pounding from the ordeal. She couldn’t believe Connie, that erratic woman, had dared to hit her on the head!
Gripping Timothy’s hand tightly, she uttered, “My head hurts a lot. I think I might have a concussion.”
Upon learning about Mia’s head injury, Peyton grew deeply worried. He swiftly reached out to the doctors at the private hospital and hurried there without delay.
The medical team at the private hospital was already on standby. Unbeknownst to Mia, Connor happened to be among the hospital staff members.
As Timothy carried Mia out of the car, Connor was taken aback to see him. “What are you doing here?” he exclaimed in surprise.
Mia realized she was in a difficult situation as soon as she heard Connor’s voice. There was no way she could hide anymore.
Deciding to go along with it, Mia closed her eyes and pretended to faint. Stepping forward, Timothy gently lowered Mia into a wheelchair. “Now isn’t the time for questions,” he stated firmly.
“She sustained a head injury from being hit with a bag, and she’s experiencing nausea and dizziness. It seems to be a mild concussion.” Observing Mia’s pallid complexion, Connor didn’t bother questioning Timothy’s presence. Instead, he swiftly wheeled Mia into the operating room for assessment.
Meanwhile, Timothy stood guard outside the operating room, his eyes blazing with a cold fury at the mere thought of Mia’s injury.
It appeared that the Bowen family was truly despicable.
Before long, Dylan arrived. He approached Peyton and asked, “What’s the situation?”
Glancing toward the operating room, Peyton responded, “They’re still conducting tests. Let’s hope for the best for Ms. Lane.”
As Dylan’s eyes moved from the operating room to Timothy standing outside, his expression became more nuanced, a mixture of curiosity and suspicion brewing in his thoughts.
He couldn’t help but ponder the nature of the relationship between Timothy and Mia. What exactly was their connection?
Half an hour later, Connor emerged from the operating room clad in a white coat.
Timothy hurried over to him, his concern evident. “How is Mia?” he asked urgently.
Connor shot Timothy a cold glare. “What are you doing here with Mia?” he questioned disdainfully. “I knew trouble would follow once you showed up.”
Suppressing his impatience, Timothy asked, “How’s Mia? What’s her condition exactly?”
“So, now you’re worried about Mia, huh?” Connor shot back. “If you weren’t hanging around her, would she be hurt?
“And speaking of which, you never answered my question. Weren’t you supposed to have gone back to Bern City? Why are you still here, lurking around Mia and causing trouble?”
Timothy remained silent in the face of Connor’s accusations, only repeating, “I just want to know how Mia is doing.”
“Listen here, Barrett, you’ve got no business knowing anything about her condition!” Connor was utterly furious; encountering Timothy never seemed to lead to anything good.
In a burst of fury, Connor turned to Peyton and commanded, “Get someone to remove this man immediately. Keep him away from Mia! I’ll deal with him later!”
Timothy’s expression turned icy as he retorted, “I won’t leave until she’s recovered.”
“Well, Timothy, it seems you’re not one to heed warnings,” Connor remarked, his tone sharp. “Don’t blame me for taking drastic measures then.”
Without a moment’s hesitation, Connor summoned his bodyguards. Casting a glance in Timothy’s direction, he commanded, “Give him a good beating, would you? If he refuses to leave, incapacitate him!” Indeed, Connor had been itching to take action for some time.
Now that Timothy had fallen into his trap, he certainly wouldn’t hold back.