Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Chapter 999

Ten minutes later, three distinguished gentlemen were lounging on the hotel lobby sofas.

Leo, with a cheeky grin, remarked, "Uncle, seems like your 'son-in-law' title doesn't hold much sway here."

Andre had tried his luck at the front desk, only to face a polite but firm response, "I'm sorry, sir, we can't provide that information. Are you looking to check in or perhaps dine with us? Our waterpark opens tomorrow; today's activities are over." In an attempt to assert some authority, Andre declared, "I'm Mia's husband, and Henry's dad."

The front desk attendant, still smiling, replied, "I'm sorry, sir, but we have no record of a 'Mia' checking in."

Leo, too, came up empty-handed; her details weren't in the system. Their inquiries nearly escalated to the point of involving the hotel manager.

Andre quickly stepped in to defuse the situation. "If you ask the manager, he'll spill everything," Leo pointed out.

Andre replied, "If the manager knows, then Mia will find out." No matter how influential a son-in-law is, the manager's primary loyalty is to the young miss of the house. So, naturally, he would inform Mia of everything.

The women had gone to great lengths-flying and driving for hours, turning off their phones, and halting bank cards-all to see their men worry, frantic and regretful because they couldn't locate them.

And yet, on the very first day of their absence, the men had tracked them down, stripping away any sense of victory the women might have felt. It was akin to throwing fuel on a fire.

Not only could they not appease them, but they risked an even bigger uproar.

Their purpose for coming was to ensure the safety of the three women and the child. So, even though they had arrived, they had to act like they hadn't.

Chad and Andre were in agreement on this; they needed to wait until the women had cooled off before revealing their presence. Approaching them now would be like banging rocks together to see which would break first. "André, let's hang out in the lobby. Molly's got a thing for late-night snacks. She'll definitely order takeout. As long as we're here, we'll find out where they're staying," Chad, knowing his pregnant wife all too well, suggested. No sooner had he said this than a delivery guy turned up. "Hello, takeout for Seaview Room 888."

All three men's heads snapped towards him.

The delivery guy was on the phone, "Hello, is this Ms. Cedillo? Just letting you know your takeout is at the front desk. Our delivery bots are swamped, so it'll be a minute."

Molly's voice came through, "How long is it going to take? My food's gonna get cold. Fine, we'll come down and grab it."

whole exchange, but they saw the delivery guy finish with, "Enjoy your meal, goodbye,"

casually strolled over to the delivery shelf, pretending to be indifferent but sneakily checking

theirs,"

nodded, "Let's get

their IDs at the desk, asking for

women and

the takeout," Anya

busy with a child, they didn't

instantly but was quickly silenced by Andre, who clamped a hand over his mouth, while Chad stood by, avoiding eye contact. One was the son-in-law of the Irvin family, a business mogul; another, the young master of the Byrne family, a top cop;

to collect the takeout: "Auntie's skewers, my noodles, baby's fruit salad, and... all these

gathered her takeout and skipped back into the

Andre let go

"I'm in this because

men followed her into

as they stepped out, Anya was still meandering down the corridor, "Auntie, Auntie,

in the night,

bed and a

They exchanged glances, unsure.

the party

"Boonie Bears" movie, with everyone munching, snapping photos, clinking glasses, and even Henry playing cameraman. "Son, hold the phone for mommy, alright?" On one side, the evening was vibrant and

mere wall, the three men

'Boonie Bears,"

scoffed, "What's so fascinating about cartoons at

been through it,

phones. Now you've got a son, and it's the same story. My girl was a bear fan

his watch, "It's

After all the hassle.

darkened room, Chad and Andre, reassured by their wives being

on the