Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Andre sped toward the office, a gnawing unease settling in his gut. He dialed Mrs. Calder again, "When exactly was Nick taken?" Mrs. Calder's voice was shaky, "This morning, around 8. They're saying Nick's guilty of monopoly charges, could face prison time." Andre frowned. "Prison?" He knew the ins and outs of Calder Corporation better than anyone. Monopoly? Ridiculous!

Slamming on the brakes, Andre's gaze deepened as he stared at the green light ahead, his unease growing. He ended the call with Mrs. Calder and immediately called his wife, "Hey, love?" "Mia, keep yourself and the kids safe."

Right after Andre spoke, the line went silent. "Mia?"

"It's Tom!"

Panic ensued on the other end, and Anya's anxious voice came through, "Uncle, the bad guys took the baby."

A dark shadow crossed Andre's eyes. So, his son was the target!

By nine, the city roads had cleared; rush hour was over. Tom's car sped ahead, relentlessly pursued by Leo's.

Treating his sedan like a sports car, Leo floored it, the vehicle almost seeming to lift off the ground.

Anya in the back seat was terrified, while Mia clenched her fists, eyes glued to the car ahead, fearing it might vanish any second. She felt cold all over, her son still inside the lead car. She remained silent, trying to control the rage boiling inside her. Other cars joined the chase, trying to corner Tom's vehicle.

Leo, despite the pain in his chest, pushed the accelerator harder.

"Anya, call Jade and Chad," he instructed.

Anya, hands shaking, dialed Molly, "Auntie..."

to get cash for gift envelopes. Upon hearing Anya, Chad immediately called his colleague, "Officer

being unable to shake off his pursuers, punched the steering

hearing, could almost visualize her child's distress, her heart tightening

on your phone now,

car's driven by Tom, a

Molly's voice broke, her legs

was Tom, this

deep breath, Chad continued his calm instructions, "We can't act

up a blockade in the opposite

silence was

to

protested, her heart torn between

choice but to overtake and block Tom's path, risking a rollover to

himself blocked

soon as the

the child, Mia, using her elbow, struck him hard on the temple with all her might. The force of her blow, fueled

the passenger door, found it locked, and began pounding on the window. A bodyguard quickly smashed it, and without waiting,

with her wedding ring, aimed at his eye. The blow forced him to shield

rushed out of the