Sweet Mischief's Rollercoaster Romance novel Chapter 500

Mia came clean, “Molly was about to get into a fight, and as her best friend, I had to have her back.”

Andre raised an eyebrow, “Why was she fighting?”

“You’d have to ask her. I just got a few people together, I wasn’t even there. Last night, you were still holding me close, remember?”

Andre: “…”

Andre’s deep-set eyes focused on his wife’s chubby cheeks.

Thinking about the list his assistant gave him earlier, Andre shifted in his seat, questioning, “You sure know how to pick them, huh? Almost half of the top 40 fighters from The Silent Ring.”

Mia looked down, mumbling, “If we’re going to fight, we need the best, can’t have amateurs getting beaten up, right?”

Andre, hearing her clearly, was once again left speechless.

After a moment, Andre asked, “She asked you to find people, why didn’t she do it herself?”

Mia’s chest puffed up with pride, “Well, she’s not as famous as I am. When ‘Auntie’ here sends out a call, the fighters line up to sign up. Molly is just a small fry in The Silent Ring, she doesn’t have much pull. Her calls get ignored. But when I send out a call, the system automatically boosts it to the top!”

Even while admitting her mistake, she made sure her husband knew just how influential she was in The Silent Ring.

Mrs. Cedillo’s pride lasted all but two seconds before her husband’s comment deflated her.

Andre: “If you’re so great, you can finish your thesis on your own.”

“I can’t! Babe, I’m just a nobody.”

Andre snorted, and Mia quickly tried to appease him, “Honey, I’m not great at all. My husband is the greatest man in the world.”

Andre’s lips curved up, waiting to see what else she would say.

“To me, my husband is my everything. In his eyes, I’m just a trashy little treasure.”

Andre raised an eyebrow: Oh, trash can be a treasure?

Mia snuggled into her husband’s arms, turning on her kitty charm to win him over. Mia’s first tactic: sweet talk.

“Honey, I’m only dumb because I’ve been pregnant, my IQ has tanked. In my mind, 1+1=3. With my current brainpower, how can I write a thesis? You can’t just leave me hanging.

If I don’t graduate, people will point fingers at you. They’ll definitely say behind your back, ‘Look at Andre, no matter how rich or capable he is, he couldn’t even get his wife to graduate. How embarrassing.’” Mia mimicked gossiping with a pointed finger.

Andre, his arm around her waist, watched the dramatic Mia on his lap, a smile creeping into his eyes.

“1+1=3 isn’t wrong, one you plus one me equals a family of three.”

Mia instantly regretted her words. If she had known, she would have said “1+1=100,” but she couldn’t possibly have 99 babies.

Looks like sweet talk won’t work, she’ll have to come up with something else.

“Honey, people who don’t keep their word will go bankrupt.”

Andre: “Let it go bankrupt.”

“If you go broke, I’ll take our son and marry another rich man.”

The little kitty accidentally stepped on the business emperor’s last nerve. Andre’s smile faded, his gaze sharp, his face serious as he stared at his soft wife.

Mia was so intimidated by her husband’s aura that she couldn’t meet his gaze.

She bit her lip, not daring to utter a word.

In the end, a firm slap landed on her butt. “Did you make a mistake?”