Sweet Mischief's Rollercoaster Romance novel Chapter 618

Andre's eyes snapped open, his voice cold and commanding, "Block the road."

Conner got up, walked over to Andre, and raised an eyebrow, "So, Hansen's crew is on the move, huh? Come on, when can I go home? I'm dying to see my son."

Annoyed, Andre replied, "Tom's got a broken jaw and a busted arm. Your choice, I'll go easy on you."

Conner fell silent.

Later, Teddy called to check in, "How's the kid?"

"Who told you my son was kidnapped?" Andre's gaze shifted to Conner, who was lounging quietly on the couch.

Conner quickly cleared his name, "Who's usually the loudest and most eager to join the buzz around here? Notice he's not here this time?"

Mars, again!

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Tom realized that without Holly, managing the kids alone was impossible. He cried all the way.

Passersby eyed him suspiciously, some even stealthily preparing to snap his picture, while others reached for their phones to call the police.

"Back off!"

He lashed out savagely at the onlookers.

Tom kept running, feeling hostility from every direction.

Even the road to Cedar Hill was suddenly blocked.

The child in his arms kept crying, and he was injured, feeling the weight of judgmental stares all around.

Tom had to watch out for both the police and Andre's men.

He was tense, his nerves strung tight.

In a nondescript sedan parked by the roadside, two men sat inside. One used binoculars, keeping a close watch on Tom, adjusting the focus to catch every expression.

"Going blind or something? Can't see Tom from this distance?" the driver mocked his companion. With just a few hundred meters between them and no obstructions, Tom was clearly visible, yet here he was, using binoculars, an utterly unnecessary act like using an umbrella on a sunny day.

"You don't get it. I'm minoring in psychology. Tom's expressions are a classic case. He's panicked, like a deer caught in headlights. Just look at those eyes, filled with terror."

The flippant man put down his binoculars and took out his phone, "Let's call the cops, have the sirens freak him out a bit more."

Ten minutes later, they heard police sirens from afar. Tom didn't know if they were coming for him, but he immediately ducked into a nearby alley.

The two men exchanged glances and got out of the car.

The driver, more composed, concealed his weapon, "Remember, Tom's a boxing champ. Be careful, or you might end up on the receiving end."

"Please, he barely escaped Mr. Big's clutches. You think he's still got his old glory? One arm's busted, the other's holding a kid. What's he gonna do, fight me with his mouth?"

The composed man followed Tom's trail, "With a broken jaw, he might still take you down."

"That sounds kinda off."

"No, it's perfectly normal."

The bickering duo followed Tom into the alley.

Its complex layout made them quit their banter, wary of Tom possibly hiding in a corner and losing him.