Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Mia stopped dodging. She clenched her fists, slowly lifted her arm, and placed it near the corner of her eye, her knuckles turning white. With a cold smirk aimed at Wesley, she declared, "Let the show begin!"

You've seen women in dresses dancing, and even women in dresses wielding swords, but never before had anyone witnessed a woman in a dress throwing punches. And yet, Mia managed to fight without revealing too much, somehow adding a touch of grace to her movements.

The Cedillo family was stunned, watching as if Mia had the ability to levitate. The image that came to mind when thinking of a roundhouse kick was usually a burly man with hairy legs, attacking his opponent with brute force and no elegance. But when Mia kicked, her movements were swift, her beige dress fluttering through the air, carrying an almost ethereal quality.

Initially, her family worried as she fought back, but soon, everyone in the yard was mesmerized. Wesley, lacking any real skill, flailed about in a rage, his attacks wild and without direction. Mia ducked, leaped, and flipped over him in a smooth motion. If Hansen wasn't holding his grandson, he might have burst into applause. The little guy was astounded, his eyes wide and unblinking as he watched his mom defend herself, unable to contain his excitement, "Ah-ah-ah!"

Seeing himself outmatched by a woman, Wesley's anger turned to humiliation, charging at Mia like a mad dog. "Ten minutes up," the timer, Jiang, announced. Mia puffed her cheeks, her lower lip slightly covering the upper, blowing a strand of hair out of her face. As Wesley charged, Mia spun and kicked, her movements so swift she seemed almost parallel to the ground. Everyone watched without blinking, as she landed perfectly, her dress settling softly around her, Wesley hitting the ground at the same time.

"personal skills"! Naomi suddenly understood her son's previous advice, "Mom, in our house, don't mess with Mia. Looks can be deceiving." Naomi felt a chill, relieved they were now getting along. Hansen took a step back, reevaluating his daughter-in-law. What he had thought was just a minor scuffle turned out to be professional-level combat!

crossed her. The servants, peeking from the shadows, decided it was better to offend Mr. Andre than Ms. Mia. Una was in disbelief, "Mr. Andre said Ms. Mia was his little

reach for his mother. Seeing Wesley attempt to rise, Mia swiftly knocked him down again. "Mama! Mama!" the little

her "mama." "Sweetie, let mom handle this," she assured. "Mama!" the little one cried, almost in tears, wanting to join the fray. The Cedillos were abuzz with

what were you thinking?" Old Walker clenched his teeth, "Any proof that I was involved in your son's kidnapping?" Andre picked up chopsticks from the table, pressing them against Walker's throat, his voice chilling, "At my age, I don't bother with evidence, I follow my instincts." After a moment of pressure, the chopsticks snapped. Andre scoffed, patting

was his fierce, loving dinosaur of a mom. Hansen called out, "Mia, let's take a break, I can't calm your son." Mia then stopped, returning to her gentle motherly duties. "Baby, mama's here, no more tears." Panting slightly, she hurried over, and her son

crying, his sobs replaced by a longing for his dad. The bodyguards realized their role was essentially cleanup crew after Mia's showdowns. Wesley was beaten so