Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance
Chapter 624

Walker family, they're all in on it."

Jillian was practically shaking, her voice laced with panic as she tried to convince Andre, "Mike told me he'd give me $250 million to look after a kid for him. I have a contract, Mike's letter too. Andre, it's got nothing to do with me, I swear. It was all Mike's doing, and the At a subtle gesture from Andre, one of his men in black immediately stepped forward, gently taking the baby girl Jillian was holding and carrying her out of the room.

The room fell into a heavy silence.

Jillian collapsed to her knees before Andre, pleading, "Andre, please, I'm begging you. I'm innocent."

Andre let out a mocking laugh, "How did Mike get mixed up with the Walker family?"

Jillian, tears streaming down her face, stubbornly shook her head, "It wasn't me. I had nothing to do with it."

Andre probed further, "Who in the Walker family was involved in kidnapping my son?"

Jillian remained steadfast in her denial, "I don't know."

Andre moved closer, his cold, black leather shoes gleaming ominously in Jillian's tearful gaze.

"Who was involved?" he pressed again.

Despite her fear, Jillian remained silent, refusing to incriminate herself until Andre's foot sent her tumbling backward with an unguarded kick. The force knocked her to the ground, rolling until she hit the coffee table and came to a painful stop.

The men behind Andre couldn't believe the ruthless move against a woman.

Struggling to rise, Jillian gasped, "It... it was..."

"Who was involved?" Andre loomed over her, his presence chilling to the bone.

In desperate fear, Jillian blurted out, "Old Walker and Wesley."

Andre paused; Wesley? The third son of Old Walker?

That was a name he'd seldom heard. The last time the Walker family settled a compensation case, it hadn't seemed like Old Walker's handiwork. Perhaps Wesley had been involved then.

The night grew darker, and Jillian, in her attempt to escape the Walker family's grasp, had ironically made it easier for Andre to corner her in this secluded location.

In a bid for self-preservation, Jillian spilled everything she knew, hoping to curry favor with Andre. "The Walker family laundered $300 million for Mike through their company, keeping $50 million as a fee. Your last attack on them left their finances in shambles; they needed that money... The rest was supposedly for me, but it was to be given in eighteen years, in the name of Anna."

Jillian regretted underestimating the Cedillo family. Her previous scheme involving her sister and drug trafficking had only resulted in her sister's arrest, while she managed to immigrate overseas, beyond the reach of local police due to the lack of an extradition treaty. She thought she was safe from the Cedillo family's reach overseas, leading her to plot revenge.

However, she had failed to realize that the Cedillo family operated without constraints.

"But Andre, even though you ruined my family, I never wanted revenge against you. It was Mia I couldn't stand, and why I targeted her son. You must understand my hatred for her. She took away the love of my life, and for that, I hate her!" Jillian crawled to Andre, clutching at his pants leg as she wept.

The two men in the room were baffled, unable to comprehend how this woman, openly admitting to hating Andre's wife and kidnapping his son, could expect any semblance of sympathy or understanding. Human irrationality knew no bounds.

"Mia's son should call me 'Dad'. You hate her, but I... I only have love for her," Andre coldly brushed off Jillian's plea.

"Take care of it," he ordered, turning to leave.

In a panic, fearing the same fate as Mike, Jillian screamed, "You can't kill me! My father will never let you get away with it!"

One of Andre's men retorted, "Hoping Brian will come out of jail to seek revenge?"

Jillian, desperate, played her last card, "You need me to leverage my father into confessing Finley's crimes. If I die, he won't help you. Andre, you want to see Finley admit his guilt, don't you? My dad's the key witness to the whole case. Without me, he won't assist you." Andre paused at the door, "Do you really think I care about the outcome?"

With that, he left the room.

Outside, Andre lit another cigarette, his gaze falling to his own palm.

Halfway through his smoke, a clumsy subordinate approached, holding the tiny, shivering baby girl, "Boss, what do we do with her?"

Andre turned, his heart softening at the sight of the frail infant. Recently becoming a father himself, he couldn't bear to abandon another's child, even an enemy's.

"Find her a decent family in town, and announce her death."

With that, Andre walked away, not looking back.

The subordinate, noting his boss's rare moment of compassion, took the baby away.

Soon after, the team left the scene, with Andre instructing them to "clean up" before driving off into the night.

Halfway through the drive, the wailing of the baby girl in the backseat could no longer be ignored. The assistant, at his wit's end, turned to the CEO for advice, "Sir, she just won't stop crying. What should we do?"

Andre, ever the experienced parent, replied without missing a beat, "Feed her, make sure she's warm, and if that doesn't work, it's time for a doctor's visit."

No sooner had he finished his advice than his phone buzzed with a video call from his little boy back home.

As soon as he answered, the screen was filled with the tear-streaked face of his son, cheeks puffed out in distress, mouth wide open in a heart-wrenching cry, "Waaah~ Waaah~"

The little guy was sprawled out on his bed, his tears glistening like little jewels as he faced the phone.

"Alright, everyone, come see who this little drama king is, acting like it's the end of the world just because it's bath time," Mia teased, positioning the phone on a pillow to get a better shot of their son's chubby face for his dad to see. "Lift your head, let your dad get a good look at his precious boy."

Henry's cries echoed throughout the car, each sob loud and clear.

Watching his son on the screen, looking as though he'd been greatly wronged, a small smile played on Andre's lips.

"Not a fan of bath time again?" he asked, his voice a gentle caress.

The moment the room heard his voice, the crying ceased. The little one who was just moments ago sobbing with his eyes tightly shut now opened them, and there, through the phone, was his dad.