Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Chapter 623

"Mia, the thing is, you can give him a smack now and he won't remember a thing," Mia said, looking at the little munchkin snoozing away, too young to remember anything. Andre tried to enlighten his wife, "While he's got no memory, now's the time to do it. He won't know any better. Wait till he's older, and he'll start remembering."

The couple spent a good fifteen minutes discussing the merits of disciplining their child before Andre had to hang up as he arrived at his hotel.

Mia gazed at the little bub blowing bubbles, "My own flesh and blood, too cute, I just can't bring myself to do it."

After hanging up with his wife, Andre's smile lingered. Not until he stepped into the elevator did his expression turn serious, "How's the search going?"

"Boss, I'll have a location for you by tomorrow."

Andre replied, "While you're at it, schedule a meeting with Old Man Walker."

The next evening, the head of the international division located Andre at the hotel, "Boss, we've found Jillian's address, but the house was empty, and the Walkers are on her trail too."

If Old Man Walker had sent his third son overseas to find Tom, he'd definitely dispatch people for Jillian too. The longer it took, the more uneasy Andre felt.

He even wondered if the child's cries that day weren't his son's at all, but just some random kid Tom used to deceive him.

area. Seems like the Walkers haven't found her yet. Should we move now, boss?" Knowing she'd be hunted, Jillian had taken the

the countryside, she

half hours, with

to the brink of abandoning her, only to remember the contract - a yearly check-up on the child's

"Cry again, and I'll strangle you." Her father was jailed because

child's cries grew fainter, a sign

no avail, the only contact back home now imprisoned. Desperate to negotiate,

countryside at twilight was desolate, the fog rising adding to

way through the emptiness, Andre peering out from the second car, his mood darkening with the setting

daylight faded by the time they arrived, a lone

edge, slapped the crib, "Cry, cry, cry, why don't you just

see four black sedans, her heart racing. Were the Walkers here for her? Glancing at the

men emerging from the cars didn't look like Walkers. They looked

out from the second car, and her world

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