Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Chapter 1219

Andre walked into the room, finding a dozen assassins already subdued. Annie

had a minor scrape, but Mia was not only unharmed; she was downright furious. Even though everyone was under control, she delivered a fierce kick to one of the men, shouting, "That's for hitting my son! Try that again, and see if I don't make you regret it!" With each word, her kicks grew more forceful.

Holding Mia close, Andre felt her warmth and closed his eyes. In that brief

moment when he couldn't find his wife and child, he imagined himself begging the heavens, willing to trade the rest of his life for their safety.

"Honey?"

Andre quickly wiped away the moisture from his lashes, making sure no one noticed his vulnerability. "Stop, you'll ruin your hands."

The fierce Mrs. Cedillo from a moment ago turned into a purring kitten in Andre's embrace. Mia, with a tearful voice, lamented, "Honey, he slapped our baby's face, and it's all swollen. It's heartbreaking."

Without a second thought, Andre dispatched the man with a single shot to the head. "Problem solved."

Mia, with her ears covered and her eyes shielded by Andre's chest, felt reassured. "It's okay now, love."

to Andre's waist. "If you hadn't come,

here now; everything's

"Sir, including those we picked up on the way, we have 24 people.

curiously at a familiar face. "Have we met before?" The man was at a loss. Was

a little cough to divert her focus. "Mia, you know I get jealous when you look at

ever observant, started to say, "No, honey, I

our son?" Andre

eyes went wide. "Our son! We have to find him." She remembered

Mia shouted, "Henry, sweetie!"

search party called

chimed in,

hands, yelled, "Godson, come out! Your godfather wants to show you the beauties and play

daddy's here. Come out and let me hold

over bushes and emptied trash cans, but

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on her hips, was anxious. "I told him we were playing hide and seek and that I'd spank him if Į caught him. But now