Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance novel Chapter 615

Andre sped toward the office, a gnawing unease settling in his gut. He dialed Mrs. Calder again, "When exactly was Nick taken?"

Mrs. Calder's voice was shaky, "This morning, around 8. They’re saying Nick's guilty of monopoly charges, could face prison time."

Andre frowned. "Prison?" He knew the ins and outs of Calder Corporation better than anyone. Monopoly? Ridiculous!

Slamming on the brakes, Andre’s gaze deepened as he stared at the green light ahead, his unease growing. He ended the call with Mrs. Calder and immediately called his wife, "Hey, love?"

"Mia, keep yourself and the kids safe."

Right after Andre spoke, the line went silent. "Mia?"

"It's Tom!"

Panic ensued on the other end, and Anya's anxious voice came through, "Uncle, the bad guys took the baby."

A dark shadow crossed Andre's eyes. So, his son was the target!

By nine, the city roads had cleared; rush hour was over. Tom's car sped ahead, relentlessly pursued by Leo's.

Treating his sedan like a sports car, Leo floored it, the vehicle almost seeming to lift off the ground.

Anya in the back seat was terrified, while Mia clenched her fists, eyes glued to the car ahead, fearing it might vanish any second. She felt cold all over, her son still inside the lead car. She remained silent, trying to control the rage boiling inside her.

Other cars joined the chase, trying to corner Tom’s vehicle.

Leo, despite the pain in his chest, pushed the accelerator harder.

"Anya, call Jade and Chad," he instructed.

Anya, hands shaking, dialed Molly, "Auntie..."

Molly was with Chad, heading to the bank to get cash for gift envelopes. Upon hearing Anya, Chad immediately called his colleague, "Officer Jackie, I need city-wide surveillance on a car, track its route."

Tom, frustrated at being unable to shake off his pursuers, punched the steering wheel. He hardly cared for the crying infant beside him.

Mia, though not hearing, could almost visualize her child's distress, her heart tightening with fear and anger.

"Officer Chad, the car's location is on your phone now, heading toward Dan River Bridge."

"Set up a blockade. That car's driven by Tom, a national fugitive."

"Molly, Henry's still in there," Molly's voice broke, her legs trembling.

Why was Tom, this rat, still free?

"Anya," Leo called, running to her.

Seeing Leo, Anya burst into tears, overwhelmed by the ordeal but relieved at the sight of safety.

The men from the trailing car split their focus—two of them shielded Anya and the children, while the others made a beeline for the lady of the house.

Tom, upon realizing his initial target had been secured, shifted his menacing glare towards another of Andre's vulnerabilities.

His eyes locked on Mia. "You've just signed your death warrant," he sneered.

Gripping a shard of glass from the nearby wreckage, Tom hurled it towards Mia's face.

Mia dodged, barely faltering, as Tom aggressively exited his vehicle, advancing towards her.

"Keep my son safe," Mia instructed the two who had intended to protect her.

"Ma'am..."

Mia harbored a deep-seated grudge against Tom. The first attempt on her sister's life seventeen years ago, the brutal assault on her sister last year, and now, his intent to harm her son today.

It had been ages since Mia had been pushed to her limits, her fists now crackling with pent-up energy.