Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Chapter 925

Andre glanced at the boy who looked even younger than his years. When a man tried to include him in his assault, Andre didn't hesitate. He snapped his belt, letting it whip across the man's face with a sharp crack. A red welt quickly formed. "Damn it, I wasn't even getting

started..."

Tossing the belt aside, Andre launched himself into a brawl with the man.

It took less than a minute for Andre to overpower him, sending him sprawling to the ground. The man's back collided painfully with a roadside rock, leaving him writhing and unable to rise.

With the obstacle removed, Andre and Conner locked eyes for the first time, both surprised to find a contemporary in such a setting.

"What's your name?" Conner asked, clearly impressed by Andre's skill. "You've got some moves. How about sticking around with me?"

Unbeknownst to him, this encounter would be the start of a challenge he could never quite overcome: Andre.

Andre chuckled at Conner's cocky offer, dismissing him as a wannabe tough guy. He turned his attention to a girl, hoping she was his sister, Molly. But she wasn't, and disappointment clouded his expression.

The girl, desperate, clung to Andre's backpack, tears streaming down her face. "Please, help me."

"Don't get involved," Conner warned. "This place is a mess you don't want to handle."

Andre turned back to the girl, her bruised and battered state reminding him of his sister, who should have been safe and sound. "Do you know where you live?" he asked gently.

She nodded.

Andre made a quick call, and within ten minutes, two men arrived. "Mr. Andre," they greeted.

Gesturing toward the girl, Andre instructed, "Take care of her."

"Looks like you've got some

was in a club's private

here again," Conner said,

district. Andre knew that if he needed

by admirers, eyed Andre

"Back off!" She reached out with her red-tipped nails, aiming for his

a flash, Andre picked up a wine bottle and smashed it over her head

help the injured woman. Andre, however, remained still, his gaze fixed on the man across the room. "Mr. Chapman, we've got business to discuss." "What do you want?" the boss inquired, intrigued by this

a photograph. "I'm looking for someone. Has she

"Who are you?"

"André."

time, scrutinized the clean-cut young man. Compared to him, Conner felt like dirt, unable to

underestimate someone who looked so

examined the photo. "Why

be handsomely

boss couldn't help but admire Andre's audacity. "Who exactly are you? Conner, do you know anything about

turned to Conner. "So,

...

had dozed off while listening, pushed to the edge

head and wrapping her arms

years. The area was too chaotic to trace

there?!" she exclaimed, jealousy flaring. She knew well enough what kind of place that was and didn't like the idea of

her jealousy fading. "Go

really loyal. Once he found out I was searching for my sister and that our mom had died of heartbreak, he helped me scour not

interactions were brief, mutual respect grew between

would one