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.

sat inside. One used binoculars, keeping a close watch on Tom, adjusting the focus

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 on a

are a classic case. He's panicked, like a

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

sirens from afar. Tom didn't know if they were

two men exchanged glances and got out

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

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

"That sounds kinda off."

"No, it's perfectly normal."

followed Tom into

of Tom possibly

child's cries

thought by getting rid of a burden, he could escape better with the child. But in his haste, he forgot the

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

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 play his card. "Mr. Walker, you must dread the thought of Andre

Old Walker's eyes instantly

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 money." Wesley, detecting Tom's loyalty to Finley's lineage, expressed admiration, "Tom,

filled the air. Everyone was in survival mode. Aligning with

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

"Tom!"

by Tom's threat, his

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

Tom ended the call.

stood up, went