Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Chad glanced at the angering sprite beside him, used to her antics by now.

The phone was connected, and Jack's pleading voice came through. He was crying, begging Molly for mercy. "Molly, I'm sorry. I just really liked you. I shouldn't have harassed you. Please let me go. I don't have a home anymore. My father... my father has another family now. He doesn't want me... Molly, I'm sorry."

Jack kept talking about his misfortunes, trying to gain Molly's sympathy, but he had underestimated Molly's character.

Before Chad could even open his mouth, Molly couldn't hold back anymore. "I'm not Mother Teresa. I don't have the heart to pity your tragic fatherless situation. If you're really lacking a mother's love, call me mom and see how it sounds. I'll treat you like my own." After she finished, she gave Chad a proud, show-off look.

There was silence on Jack's end of the call for a moment. "Molly, I really have nowhere else to go. Please help me. The company can't go bankrupt. If it does, I'll have nothing left. Without anything, I might as well be dead."

Unconsciously, Molly was hanging onto Chad's arm, leaning on him. Chad was holding the phone, and she was in charge of the exchange. "If you want to die, do it somewhere else. Don't bother the police. They're busy." Molly wasn't soft-hearted. She had no sympathy. In fact, she was a little devil.

Jack was hitting wall after wall. He had kneeled and begged his father, groveled in front of politicians, and lowered his pride to seek the help of spoiled brats. Now, a word from Molly could save him, and he had apologized nicely, but she wouldn't accept it, even trying to push him to the edge.

"Molly, why can't you see my feelings for you? If you push me to my death, can your conscience handle it?"

Molly rolled her eyes. Feelings? Sweet talk was just false sentiment.

"Jack, I never expected you to be this shameless. It's not like I'm the one driving you to death, and now you're trying to blame it on me. You're planning to blame me. Well, go ahead. After all, my brother is the best. He can protect me."

After speaking, she looked up at Chad for approval. "Chad, I'm right, aren't I?"

Chad didn't even get a word in before Molly fired back a string of words. There was no need for him to even take the call anymore. He directly handed the phone to her. "Here you go, your turn. I'm going to bed."

hugged Chad, preventing him from leaving. "No, no, no, you

you're pretty happy

shrugged. "Just a bit, not

end. So he had been there all along. And at this

off speakerphone and held the phone

away. He went back to his bedroom, turned around to lock the door, leaving Molly standing outside. He returned to his room, alone with the phone. His voice was low, reminding Jack, "Did you forget the warning

gaze looked far out the window. "It seems I

words were cut off by Chad's cold reply, "That's exactly what I want!" If he had a way

was used to being looked up to by others, used to being the only shining star among his friends, used to being admired. Once he fell

saying behind his back that he was useless, incompetent. He also thought about his old classmates, wondering if they would also be talking behind his back. Jack knew there was no hope for help. He was at the point of tearing off all pretenses. "Chad, what good does

laughed coldly,

like Molly,

the phone. Men understand men best, and rivals can most easily detect rivals. Jack suddenly burst out laughing,

said, "So what if I am? You

when a person is pushed to the edge, they can do anything. I

Was that a threat?

with a ruthless light, and his fists

down at the living room in frustration. "I don't know what my brother wants to say, but he kicked me out. Really, I'm not

before she could reach her brother, a phone was tossed into her