Upon hearing this, Timothy remained unfazed. He turned to Mia and remarked, "Since the paparazzi
have already captured rumors about us, would there bepensation if I had a casual chat with them
now?"
Mia clenched her teeth, cautioning, "Timothy, you''re overstepping your bounds.”
Timothy maintained hisposure as he continued, "If you want me to stay silent, it''s quite simple.
Just provide me with the sry I''m owed." Ultimately, Mia yielded and instructed Peyton to issue
Timothy his wages for the two days. After all, Timothy had kept his end of the bargain.
In this critical moment, Mia couldn''t afford any information to leak to the media.
Taking the 50 dors, Timothy offered Mia a wry smile. “Is this the standard rate for being your
bodyguard?"
Peyton intervened to exin, "That''s because you''re still in a trial period. Once your employment is
official, your sry will double. For now, this is the rate.”
Timothy remained silent as he pocketed the 50 dors. Nonchntly, he stood up and exited the room.
Mia hurried after him, her tone urgent. "Are you nning to go to the mall now? The paparazzi photos
likely haven''t been removed yet. If you go now, you''re bound to be seen!"
Timothy remained unfazed. "Well, that''s not something I''m going to lose sleep over."
Mia simmered with frustration at Timothy''s unyielding attitude. What did he mean it wasn''t his concern?
Was he implying that she had to shoulder the responsibility alone?
In the end, Mia gave in and stormed off to the mall alongside Timothy. During the car ride, neither
exchanged a word.
As Timothy noticed Mia''s sulky expression from the corner of his eye, his lips curled slightly.
After getting out of the car, they made their way to an exclusive elevator that took them directly to the
top floor of the mall.
Sitting down on the sofa, Mia addressed Timothy, saying, "You can have whatever you need delivered
here. There''s no need for you to go out."
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If Timothy were to venture outside now, he''d definitely attract the paparazzi''s attention.
Given his distinctive appearance, he would be recognized immediately. Previously, Timothy used to
shop in a simr manner, with dedicated staff bringing items to the VIP room for his selection. He
disliked wandering in crowded ces, considering it a waste of time.
Just then, a store attendant approached and politely asked, "May I assist you in finding something, Ms.
Lane?"
ncing at Timothy beside her, Mia suggested, "You should ask him." Timothy turned to the attendant
and requested, "I need to pick out some children''s gifts. Could you please bring me the best-selling
items avable?"
Upon hearing Timothy''s tone, Mia propped her chin up and nced over, remarking, “Timothy, you''ve
only got 50 bucks. How can you be so bold as to ask for the best-selling items? Do you even have
enough money?"
As Mia''s words hung in the air, the VIP room fell into a hush.
Despite the attendant''s extensive experience, she had never encountered such a situation before.
Timothy, usually confident and self-assured, momentarily fell silent. He turned to the attendant and
inquired, "Do you have any suggestions for what I could get with 50 bucks?"
The attendant was momentarily taken aback. After all, most patrons of their establishment wouldn''t
typically be constrained by a 50-dor budget. Those who couldn''t afford it wouldn''t choose to shop
there in the first ce.
Despite having just 50 bucks, Timothy carried himself with confidence and an air of affluence, almost
as if he had five million dors instead. His presence wasmanding, far exceeding what one would
expect from someone with such a modest budget.
The attendant nervously replied, "Let me go and see what I can find. Please wait a moment.”
Once the attendant left, Mia struggled to suppress herughter. "Mr. Barrett, have you ever considered
what you can purchase with just 50 bucks?"
Unustomed to financial constraints, Timothy found himself in unfamiliar territory.
"Hey there, pretty boy bodyguard, need a loan?" a woman''s voice taunted from outside the room.