Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Hank was terrified his daughter might get stung by the bees swarming in their backyard. He sprinted over with lightning speed, pulling her into his arms and shielding her head from the buzzing menace. Leo, worried about Anya, quickly unbuttoned his shirt and wrapped it around her, protecting her as they sought refuge.

Soon, the air echoed with Wesley's agonizing screams, causing a commotion that woke the little one. Barely awake, the poor baby was jolted back to consciousness, crying uncontrollably. "Andre won't get away with this. Even if we fail, another family will take him down. Such a heartless man, he'll lose everything eventually and face retribution. Mia, Molly, you're not off my hook either." Leo captured the moment on his phone and immediately sent it to his uncle overseas. He also gave his uncle a quick rundown of the day's events and the current family situation.

As dusk approached, Andre's phone vibrated. He checked the message, his expression darkening. Opening the video, a proud smirk curled at his lips. "These fools, not sure if they deserve praise or punishment." "Still waiting for news from your three sons?" Old Walker asked, the tension in the room thickening. For Old Walker, this gathering was the most suffocating experience of his life. "Andre, I can't fathom your intentions." Andre replied, "If I'm not mistaken, Wesley was your pride and joy. He went to Eldoria Havenbrook, to my place, to see if my son was with Tom. If so, you wanted my mining rights. If not, you'd sever ties with Tom." Old Walker managed a strained smile, "Andre, your imagination is quite vivid."

Andre flipped his phone, showing Walker the live misery of his son Wesley, interspersed with a baby's cries. Old Walker's demeanor changed dramatically upon seeing his suffering son. "How could this be!"

Andre, recognizing his son's cries in the video, said, "That's my son, making a fuss again."

"Let my son go, Andre."

Andre put down his phone, the room filling with smoke again. "Then why did you touch my son?"

Old Walker's anger was palpable; he realized he had no leverage over Andre, but rather his own son was in Andre's control. "What do you want?"

"A choice, give me an answer."

Old Walker glared at Andre, "Don't overdo it. You're just a businessman; there are laws above you."

"Five years ago, the Nianci design was about to launch. Overnight, the founder had an accident, his wife committed suicide, and their child was killed by thugs. You then acquired it for a low price. Three years ago, a reporter who exposed the Walker family's materials as radioactive mysteriously disappeared overnight. The same day, you hired an assassin. Two years ago..."

"Enough!" Old Walker exploded. "And how are you any cleaner than me?"

Andre looked at him with disdain, "Tom is dead, Jillian a walking corpse. I'm offering you a choice for your fate."

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be home early today, so they can see me when they wake up tomorrow. If it gets any later, I'll have

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room, Andre instructed the men at the door, "Follow him closely. Act immediately if there's any

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flight back home for tonight, ensure the

a diaper change every morning at eight, and

"Understood."

Andre replayed his son's crying voice messages in the car. His son's cries, unexpectedly more melodious than music,

his second department to meet him there. Mr. Feng didn't waste a second, rushing over from

family needs to disappear quickly, hand over the prepared documents to the police. Ensure Old Walker gets

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