Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Chapter 1233

The next moment, Annie quickly shifted gears. "Hansen, where's Mia at?"

"Oh, my Mia is holed up in her room, hitting the books hard. Exams are just around the corner," Hansen called out to his grandson, "Henry, why don't you take your godmother up to see Mia? And keep it down, alright? Don't want to give her a heart attack, or she'll be after you again."

While Mia was deep in her studies, Henry burst in with gusto, throwing the door open and shouting, "Mom!"

Mia clenched her fist, ready to reprimand, "You little-Annie? What are you doing here?"

She softened, reaching out to her cheeky son. Henry, wise to his antics, dashed into his mom's arms, soaking up the affection like the cherished little one he was.

"How's the injury holding up?" Mia asked Annie.

"It's nothing major. A few scrapes and bruises are just par for the course for folks like us," Annie said as she settled down. The two women naturally fell into a casual chat.

Downstairs, Conner was having a lively chat with Hansen, notebook in hand, jotting down notes, "...everything's got to come in pairs for weddings, and you've got to pass out red envelopes to the bride's family kids. Hold on, Hansen, slow down a bit, I need to get this all down..."

Hansen chimed in, "You'd better listen to Hansen's advice. Bruce and Andre's big day wouldn't be what it is without your uncle's helping hand."

When Andre got back and walked into the living room, he spotted his buddy chatting with his dad.

you

Annie and your godson are

off his jacket and plopped down on the sofa, glancing at his

Mia was also digging for info on Annie's sister, having caught snippets here and there,

the Dark Web say there's

you?" Mia

days, unable to get answers from her

shook her head, wrestling

quietly on his mom's lap, just as

with his mom's pen cap, poking his little fingers through

revolt against the Nettleton

fiddling with the pen

nodded, "I've heard something

I.ne

of a voice in the Nettleton family. Before, everyone assumed the thirteenth family leader would be Emmery, my

that maybe, just maybe, unburdening

the only one she could really talk