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.

foreigners in the crowd, here for the competition. When the time

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

out or things got out of hand,

guards upstairs, the sentries at the door, the ones outside making rounds—they all carried

you get down

'Auntie' getting married so young. None of

glanced at the CEO,

to himself, and said gently, "Boss, look on the bright side. Having

video feed. "She's a

Henry, doesn't

because Henry is just

understood-back when Mia was a kid, she got off easy just

a little wildcat with both their

surrounded by a little pack of

called Anya after work. "Hey, babe, what do you want for dinner? I can

end, all he could hear was a mess of kids yelling, with Anya whispering, "Shh, you