Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance novel Chapter 1533

Mia slid the suitcase handle toward Annie with a calm, practiced motion, her eyes flicking to her precious little boy—a silent handoff, trusting Annie to keep him safe.

Annie grabbed the handle, gave the security cameras a quick once-over, then shot Mia a look, her gaze landing on a spot in the distance. No words were needed; both women nodded, perfectly in sync.

Little Henry, blissfully unaware, gripped the suitcase handle in his pudgy fists, swaying back and forth. Why wasn’t his “car” going yet?

Mia stayed behind as Annie whisked Henry away, moving briskly through the parking garage.

Everyone knew Henry was a total mama’s boy. The moment he realized his mom wasn’t following, he craned his round face back and called out, “Mommy! Your baby’s over here!” His voice echoed, innocent and sweet.

Mia watched her son, took a deep breath, and let out a sigh of relief. He was safe, at least for now.

Annie, never letting her guard down, kept a steady hand on Henry’s back, worried he might stumble. Right now, all she could do was put her faith in Mia and keep Henry moving.

She picked up the pace, practically power-walking. Behind her, two men set their sights on Mia and matched her speed.

Just as they closed in, Mia spun on her heel and flashed them a dazzling, fearless smile.

Then, chaos erupted—the unmistakable sounds of a fight broke out, echoing through the garage.

Annie didn’t look back. She charged toward the elevator near the security monitors, clutching Henry’s little hand and dialing Conner, trying to keep her voice steady.

“Hey, Annie, missing your husband—” Conner’s tone was light for all of two seconds. Then, something shifted. He shot up in his chair, all business, voice dropping low. “Get somewhere crowded. You’re the target.”

Annie glanced down at Henry, torn between running back to help and pushing forward to keep him safe. Behind her, the fight raged on. Should she turn back and let Mia make a break for it with Henry?

Henry, still clueless, twisted around in Annie’s grip, trying to catch a glimpse of his mom. He had no idea how serious things had gotten.

Meanwhile, at Cedillo Inc., Andre’s phone rang. “Conner,” he answered.

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