Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

"No way, she's not faking it, right? She doesn't even look old enough to have kids! 'Auntie' and her friend both seem so young. How could either of them already have a kid let alone two? I bet she just didn't want to say anything and made it up to mess with us."

Noah glanced back, his voice calm. "She really did. They weren't lying."

One had the boss's own kid, and the other had his nephew.

"Noah, how'd you find out? Did you guys look into it or something? Come on, spill! Back then, we were all trying to win over 'Auntie.' We thought she was basically a goddess.” In their eyes, anyone who could rack up results like that—regardless of what she actually looked like—had to be out of this world.

Noah looked over at the CEO and added quietly, “Better take care of yourself." Because honestly, that goddess was now the boss's girl-the woman he held close, the mother of his kid.

Andre frowned, irritated. "Enough. Quiet down."

Instant silence.

No one dared say another word.

Downstairs, more and more people were arriving. Almost all the potential contestants had shown up at the stage.

the crowd, here for the competition. When the time came,

bodyguards, at the door as security, outside on patrol, keeping watch from all corners went back to their positions, eyes

a rival. If a fight broke out or things got out of hand, they'd have to leap down and take

the guards upstairs, the sentries at the door, the ones outside making

a Black Pass could you get down to the deepest

'Auntie' getting married so young. None of them ever stood a chance-except Andre, who'd already

at the

bright side. Having a lively wife is way better than being stuck with someone who

watching a live video feed. "She's a

Henry, doesn't

grumbled, "That's because Henry

she got off

was an upgraded version-Henry, a little wildcat with both

Bluewater, Leo was surrounded by

work. "Hey, babe, what do you want for dinner? I can pick something up on my

mess of kids