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.

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

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 an umbrella

in psychology. Tom's expressions are a classic case. He's panicked, like a deer caught in headlights. Just look at those

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

sirens from afar. Tom didn't know if they

two men exchanged glances and got out of

more composed, concealed his weapon, "Remember, Tom's a boxing champ. Be careful, or you might end up on the

Mr. Big's clutches. You think he's still got his old glory? One arm's busted, the other's holding a kid. What's he gonna do, fight me with his mouth?" The composed man followed Tom's trail, "With a

"That sounds kinda off."

"No, it's perfectly normal."

followed

made them quit their banter, wary of Tom possibly hiding in a corner and

child's cries

with the child. But in his haste, he

baby's cries waned and police sirens sounded closer, Tom had no choice but

Andre frantically searching for his son. Excited, Old Walker asked, "Did you succeed?" Tom glanced at the baby girl in his arms and

eyes

under the name of Annabelle Ye, deposit the remaining $250 million in it. When she

was in survival mode. Aligning with anyone was

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 family and lay all blame on you. By then, the Walker family might as well change their name

"Tom!"

aback by Tom's threat,

a condition too. Once it's done, I

Tom ended the call.

silent from hunger, he stood up, went to a nearby store, and