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..."

cash for gift envelopes. Upon hearing Anya, Chad immediately called his colleague, "Officer Jackie, I need city-wide

punched the steering

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

Chad, the car's location is on your phone now,

up a blockade. That car's driven by Tom, a

Molly's voice broke,

Tom, this rat,

"We can't act rashly; there's an infant hostage in

the opposite direction to stop

outwardly calm, knew silence was her strength

up to Tom's rear,

there's a kid inside," Mia protested, her heart torn between

had no choice but to overtake and block Tom's path, risking a rollover to force him to stop.

himself blocked by

hesitate; as soon as the cars

using her elbow, struck him hard on the

the window. A bodyguard quickly smashed it, and

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

baby, rushed out of the