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!

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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.

sedan parked by the roadside, two men sat inside. One used binoculars, keeping

this distance?" the driver mocked his companion. With just a few hundred meters between them and no obstructions, Tom was clearly visible, yet here he was, using binoculars, an utterly unnecessary act like using

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

man put down his binoculars and took out his phone, "Let's call the cops,

know if they were coming for him, but he immediately ducked into

two men exchanged glances and got out of

his weapon, "Remember, Tom's a boxing champ. Be careful, or you might end

kid. What's he gonna

"That sounds kinda off."

"No, it's perfectly normal."

bickering duo followed Tom into the

layout made them quit their banter, wary of

the child's cries helped them

could escape better with the child.

and police sirens sounded closer, Tom had no choice but to dial

awaiting news from Tom. The moment the phone rang, Old Walker excitedly answered, hearing a baby's cry on the other end, imagining Andre frantically searching for his son. Excited, Old Walker asked, "Did you succeed?" Tom glanced at the baby girl in his arms and decided to

are you implying?" Old Walker's eyes instantly filled with

continued, "Don't worry, I haven't betrayed you. But you 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 air. Everyone was in survival mode. Aligning with

most 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 my demands, I'll just reconcile with the Cedillo

"Tom!"

aback by

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

Tom ended the call.

hunger, he stood up, went to a nearby store, and bought a bottle