Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Chapter 927

Molly walked into Chade Inc., eyeing the pile of documents on the desk, feeling completely worn out. "Hey, boss, got a question. How does maternity leave work around here?" Chad swung by the police station and was puzzled not to spot Conner's usual flashy sports car. That was unexpected.

Andre made it to the office and got a call from his brother. "Andre, can you give me some tips on flaunting wealth without coming off as a show-off?"

Andre rubbed his temples, struggling to reconcile the brother he was speaking to now with the young boy he met all those years ago. "Sorry, can't help you there."

"No way," Conner replied confidently. "If you can't, how did your wife figure out you were loaded?"

"My name just screams money."

Conner reflected on it and realized Andre had a point; the guy was a business mogul, after all.

Was there no hope for Conner then?

He probed further, "What does your wife fancy?"

Andre replied, "Checks."

"That's so tacky."

After hanging up, Conner quickly told his assistant, "Grab me a checkbook."

Back at the station, Annie finally felt some peace. Her coworkers teased, "Annie, are we missing out on some treats today?"

Annie replied, "Not anymore."

Yet, later in the afternoon, an officer rushed in, "Annie, looks like our good luck isn't over yet."

Conner had arrived but didn't disturb her with a call. When the time hit, Annie's phone buzzed. "Annie, I'm waiting for you outside."

As Chad clocked out, he noticed the black car parked outside again. Now, that felt right.

Annie climbed into the passenger seat, and Conner handed her a checkbook. "Isn't this what all girls like?"

Frustrated, Annie tore the checkbook apart. "Conner, what are you up to?"

"Are you dense? I'm chasing you!" Conner argued, feeling justified.

was fuming, "I'm not

knows you're my fiancée. Your rejection doesn't change a thing. Unless I decide I don't want you, you're stuck being my girl." "And what would make you not

"Maybe if you lost your arms and legs, I'd reconsider. I'm not into that kind of

Annie: "...Get lost."

Conner, initially chuckling in

after her.

into the station,

brothers: From now on, don't take relationship advice from married Andre. Just because he's got a kid doesn't make him a love guru. His advice was pointless and got me into

three replied with "?," confused

holding his baby in his study, happily texted back: My wife is a money-lover; a checkbook works for her. You don't even know what your girl likes and try to mimic me, making yourself look foolish. Mars:

Conner's got a

not shocking he has a woman; what's

introduction: Name: Annie, Age: 26, Gender: Female. Occupation: Detective at

jumped in, @Andre: No need to be so

be there in 30

Booking a flight

be on the 11 PM flight tonight, pick me

his

"Are you throwing away years of

baby's babbling

his son's ear,

calmed himself, "Good boy, give the

"Bababa."

encouraged, "Yes, to your

his dad, lunged forward

Conner called out, "Andre?"

"My son's giving me

son, thinking, despite his flaws-being chubby, clumsy, lazy, gluttonous, and a bit of a

kids might be picky eaters, taken to the doctor for nutritional deficiencies. His son, however, ate so

cases, and at home, she listened to her husband's

felt full and

you so upbeat all day, that

took a bite of her chicken wrap and sipped her soy milk, smiling, "Being in

en

around Mia, Jamie and Denny

the