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.

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

With just a few hundred meters between them and no obstructions, Tom was clearly visible, yet here he was, using binoculars, an utterly unnecessary

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

binoculars and took out his phone, "Let's call the

police sirens from afar. Tom didn't know if

two men exchanged glances and got out

a boxing champ. Be careful, or

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,

"That sounds kinda off."

"No, it's perfectly normal."

followed Tom

their banter, wary of Tom possibly hiding in

child's cries helped

could escape better with the child.

cries waned and police sirens sounded closer, Tom

were eagerly 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

eyes instantly filled

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,

laughter filled the air. Everyone was in survival mode.

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

"Tom!"

Walker was taken aback by Tom's threat, his

the situation as troublesome and quickly agreed, "I have a condition

Tom ended the call.

the child, now silent from hunger, he stood up, went