Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Chapter 989

Andre was strolling when he suddenly came to a halt, and Noah, his assistant, quickly followed suit. Turning to face Noah, Andre's expression was stern. "Why are you telling me this now?" he asked.

Noah sighed and explained, "Boss, I tried to reach you this morning, but Henry was having a meltdown, and you sent me away. At lunchtime, I attempted again, but Henry was throwing another tantrum, and you weren't in the mood to listen. Just now, when I went to your office, I found out Henry had turned it into a disaster zone, scattering papers everywhere, and you were too busy dealing with that, so I didn't dare interrupt."

It was only after the little troublemaker, Henry, had left that Noah managed to quickly run through all the plans.

Thinking back on his hectic day, Andre felt his frustration rise, having nowhere to vent it, all thanks to his son.

He had made up his mind that for his next child, come what may, they'd be handed over to a nanny right from the start. Let the kid bond with the nanny instead!

As he opened his office door, he instructed, "Set a date for when the project kicks off and clear my schedule for it. As for the Collins family's proposal, put them on ice. Leave the documents; have Alice compile a progress report and send it to me. I'll decide after reviewing it. Oh, and with Mrs. Calder in her late pregnancy, keep an eye on Calder Corporation's matters for Mr. Calder."

"On it, sir."

With peace restored, Andre turned on his computer and focused on his work.

Meanwhile, at the mall,

Conner was dragging Annie along, under the pretense of shopping for kids' clothes, but he kept getting distracted by jewelry stores.

"Why are you checking out earrings? Is our little tiger planning on getting his ears pierced?" Annie teased.

Conner grinned, "Why not? When my son grows up, he can get his ears pierced and rock them." He was eyeing some diamond and tassel earrings, eager to take a closer look.

"You want our little tiger to sport diamonds and chains?" Annie asked, raising an eyebrow.

Conner gave it a thought and replied, "Why not? Who knows what'll be trendy twenty years from now?"

Annie rolled her eyes. "You keep browsing; I'm heading upstairs to the maternity store."

"Help me pick one out," Conner called after her.

The police department has a rule against wearing

Annie's hand, leading her upstairs. "Those things are too ordinary;

her eyes again, pretending not to know he initially wanted

you, you were wearing jewelry," Conner reminisced about the first

good graces due to past incidents involving their eldest daughter and Emmery, fearing reprisal from the new head of

plan didn't go as expected when Conner took an interest in

were on

He's dangerous, a killer. He knows you're our pride and wants to

undercover officer?" Annie had mocked when she first heard

on the couch, legs crossed, Conner replied, "Love and hate, that drama's right up my

me just to torment

a cigarette, Conner stood and approached Annie, "That's

leave,

his own gun at Conner. "You all know if this gun's loaded. You know who I am and if I can shoot." Conner just laughed, letting

sorts of revenge plots from Conner. She even checked her car for tampering on her daily commutes. But in the

me to get back

to

of her sister's

a sting to catch a serial killer targeting women in short skirts. Dressed provocatively, she was stationed at

charming man sat next to her, starting a conversation that

Annie, admiring his knowledge,

her drink, which dissolved quickly. "Want to change venues?

take you for

"Sure."

glasses, and Annie, thinking all was fine, took a

her naivety, "She's too

we do,

and unsteady, she

close, whispered in her ear, "Officer Chapman, you're stunning, like a work of art. But you've seen my true face, and

to alert her team, but she was too weak;