Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Andre's eyes snapped open, his voice cold and commanding, "Block the road."

Conner got up, walked over to Andre, and raised an eyebrow, "So, Hansen's crew is on the move, huh? Come on, when can I go home? I'm dying to see my son." Annoyed, Andre replied, "Tom's got a broken jaw and a busted arm. Your choice, I'll go easy on you."

Conner fell silent.

Later, Teddy called to check in, "How's the kid?"

"Who told you my son was kidnapped?" Andre's gaze shifted to Conner, who was lounging quietly on the couch.

Conner quickly cleared his name, "Who's usually the loudest and most eager to join the buzz around here? Notice he's not here this time?" Mars, again!

...

Tom realized that without Holly, managing the kids alone was impossible. He cried all the way.

Passersby eyed him suspiciously, some even stealthily preparing to snap his picture, while others reached for their phones to call the police. "Back off!"

He lashed out savagely at the onlookers.

Tom kept running, feeling hostility from every direction.

Even the road to Cedar Hill was suddenly blocked.

The child in his arms kept crying, and he was injured, feeling the weight of judgmental stares all around.

Tom had to watch out for both the police and Andre's men.

He was tense, his nerves strung tight.

inside. One used binoculars, keeping a close watch on

hundred meters between them and no obstructions, Tom was clearly visible, yet here he was, using binoculars, an utterly unnecessary act like using an umbrella on a

in psychology. Tom's expressions are a classic case. He's panicked, like a

down his binoculars and took out his phone, "Let's call the cops, have the sirens freak him out

Tom didn't know if they were coming for him,

exchanged glances and got out of

concealed his weapon, "Remember, Tom's a boxing champ. Be

still got his old glory? One arm's busted, the other's holding a kid. What's he gonna

"That sounds kinda off."

"No, it's perfectly normal."

followed Tom into

banter, wary of Tom possibly hiding in a corner and losing

the child's cries

of a burden, he could escape better with the child. But in his haste, he forgot the child was still young, needing food

and police sirens sounded closer, Tom had

his son. Excited, Old Walker asked, "Did you succeed?" Tom glanced at the baby girl in his arms and decided to

Old Walker's eyes instantly filled with suspicion and

need to do another favor for me. Open a private account overseas under the name of Annabelle Ye, deposit the remaining $250 million in it. When she comes of age, she'll inherit the money." Wesley, detecting Tom's loyalty to Finley's lineage, expressed admiration, "Tom, I admire your loyalty. Stick with me, and I'll help you

was in survival mode.

allies." A minor Walker family held no allure for Tom. Glancing at the infant in his arms, he added, "Andre's son is with me. If you can't meet

"Tom!"

aback by Tom's threat, his

see the situation as troublesome and quickly agreed, "I have a condition too. Once it's done, I want Andre's son

Tom ended the call.

child, now silent from hunger, he stood up, went to a nearby store, and bought a bottle