Meet My Brothers by Red Thirteen ( Mia Bowen ) novel Chapter 910

Standing nearby, Caleb interjected, "Mia, maybe it wouldn't be so bad to attend the signing ceremony. You'll have a front-row seat to witness the Bowen family's embarrassment.

"Let's face it, the ceremony is nothing but a charade. I haven't seen such absurdity in ages. It could actually be quite entertaining to watch the show and stop these shameless individuals from tarnishing your reputation."

Caleb never anticipated encountering a family as eccentric as the Bowens.

Their unwavering confidence, despite their modest social standing, piqued his curiosity. He thought it could be interesting to observe how they handled embarrassment.

However, being looked down upon by the Bowens unsettled Caleb. Such condescension was unfamiliar to him. It was unlike anything he had experienced in Bern City.

Even though he had joked about Timothy earlier, being belittled by the Bowens was not something Caleb could easily shrug off.

Mia hesitated for a moment but chose to remain silent.

Just then, Connie's voice echoed loudly, "Mia, consider it settled. The Lane family is expected to attend the Bowen family's signing ceremony in two days. If you don't show up, it will only serve as evidence of your guilt."

Mia responded with a disdainful chuckle, "Why should I feel guilty? With the Bowen family practically inviting me to witness their downfall, how can I possibly say no?"

"Mia, your audacity knows no bounds, does it? Very well, I expect to see you three there. Don't try to find excuses for not showing up. I'll be anticipating your arrival," Connie firmly stated before her attendant wheeled her out of the hospital room.

Glancing at Connie, Mia folded her arms in frustration. She turned to Timothy and questioned, "You've already met with Heath, right? So why hasn't the collaboration with the Bowen family been sorted out yet? This isn't like your usual efficiency."

In Mia's perception, Timothy was a typical workaholic, almost like a robot in terms of efficiency.