Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Cecilia's face was flushed red, not out of embarrassment, but from the hot soup. "Who said my son was harassing you? My son would be blind to give you a second glance! You're just like your mother. A couple of sluts. Even if the Ashford family fell upon hard times, we wouldn't resort to the likes of you." After uttering these words, Cecilia was oblivious to the cold bead of sweat that trickled down her son's forehead in the midst of the scorching summer day. Did his mother lack any sense of discernment? Wasn't she curious about why Andre had shown up? Was she blind to the fact that Andre had deliberately sat next to Molly to lend support to his sister?

Jack was aware of Molly's real identity but chose not to reveal it to his mother. He knew of his mother's gambling nature and feared that she might accidentally spill the beans about Molly during some idle chit-chat around the poker table. If that happened, not only would he have a hard time courting Molly, but his list of rivals would also grow. So, he kept it a secret.

Yet, even with Andre standing right in front of his mother, she dared to publicly denounce Molly in the conference room. What a foolish woman.

Jack's mind was racing, trying to figure out a way to handle the situation.

Mia tried to make herself as inconspicuous as possible, staying cool and acting the part of Andre's obedient wife. However, curiosity got the better of her. Her bright, lively eyes darted around the room. Two of the police officers looked familiar; they had taken her statement before. They were Chad's men, so there was nothing to worry about.

The mother and son from the Ashford family were a pitiable pair. Picking a fight with Molly was truly lamentable.

Mia's gaze then fell on Coleen. She tilted her head, leaning forward to get a better look. Coleen appeared pale and weak, as if she was unwell.

On any other day, Molly wouldn't have hesitated to retort. Today, however, she remained eerily silent. "Your son has poor taste and he's smitten with me. He'd be willing to die for me."

"You're talking nonsense, you bitch. You're a slut, seducing my son. You're nothing but a common tramp. If you seduce my son again, I'll kill..."

conference room fell silent. Jack had slapped his mother,

clutching her cheek and staring at

her chair closer to her husband and nestled her hand into

were taken aback. Mia, who had a record for

little Mia, who was intentionally reminding him to stay calm.

was berating his sister, his fist had clenched tightly. Even his knuckles turned white. Mia sitting beside him must have noticed. She cuddled up to him, probably telling him not

moment would be foolish. Even his typically brash sister knew better than to retaliate physically or verbally at this point. Andre looked at his wife beside him, unsure of how to praise her. Feigning ignorance of Molly's true identity, Jack stood up and apologized to Coleen. "I apologize, Coleen. I apologize on behalf of my mother to you and Jade. She didn't mean

My lawyer is already preparing the papers. After today's incident, Chade Inc. and Ashford Inc. will no longer have any business dealings. For the sake of your father, I'll let you

found guilty of harassment or defamation, they would be subjected to administrative detention for five to ten days. I have ample evidence of Jack's harassment, and his mother has repeatedly insulted me and my mother, tarnishing the reputation of Chade Inc.. She even insulted me publicly in your

speechless. Was this how Chad trained his sister at home? With Chad not present at the station,

them arrest me. I can't handle the hardship," Cecilia pleaded tearfully, clutching

arrested either. He turned to the girl beside Andre and began to plead, "Jade, we were wrong.

seated, silent. His inherent aloofness was evident. Even without uttering a word, he instilled fear in

abused for no reason, and she was not going to let them off the hook easily. She was far

My mother is getting old and can't handle detention." "Who are you, Jack? Are you worth my sister's forgiveness?" Andre finally spoke. He looked up. His eyes were dark and intense. He stared at the man, who had layers of machinations. "Andre,