Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance novel Chapter 1525

Conner flashed a sly grin. “Let’s roll.”

Right on cue, Andre’s call came through. “Get everyone together, but don’t make a move yet. There’s a chance the Dark Web caught wind of the trackers you stuck on them—they might be staging this just to pull you away.”

Conner stopped in his tracks, smirking. “Andre, you never miss a trick.”

“Teddy’s already looking into it. The situation on the ground is a mess. Asher’s people are a no-go, Mars is too hot right now, but you’ve got The Silent Ring at your disposal.”

Conner’s lazy grin widened. “See, it’s moments like this that really make me feel we’re brothers.”

Andre let out a short laugh and hung up.

Conner headed out to rally his crew; Andre had someone to see off.

Mars was benched this time. He was stuck at The Silent Ring’s HQ, so on edge he looked ready to pull his own hair out. “If I’d known, I wouldn’t have left my old squad…”

Andre shot him a glare. Mars Arrowood snapped his mouth shut and plopped down on the step by Andre’s chair, sulking.

Andre still felt uneasy. He wanted eyes on his wife and their troublemaker of a son.

“Leave two men behind to watch my wife and Henry.”

The Silent Ring’s people just stared. “Boss, do Mrs. Arrowood and Henry really need bodyguards?”

Andre just stared back. Why wouldn’t they need protection?

Mars twisted around, incredulous. “Come on, Andre. Your wife and kid? The ‘aunt’ beat you—the big bad boss—without breaking a sweat. And your little tiger cub of a son? He hides so well even the mice can’t find him. You really think they need a security detail?”

Andre shot back, “Tough or not, weren’t they the ones who got kidnapped last time?”

Mars couldn’t help himself. “And didn’t you have people guarding them then too? Still didn’t stop it.”

The woman—known to most as “the princess”—leaned back against the sofa arm, looking effortless. “Honestly, I doubt there’s anything here that could tempt a genius like you.”

Teddy was a world-class investor—never a founder, never the boss, just a private player who loved the thrill of the game.

He kept things quiet, but in the right circles, everyone knew Teddy had a gift. His info was always first-hand, his cash flow bottomless, his influence impossible to map. He was like the wind—drifting in without warning, stirring up trouble just by passing through, and gone before anyone could grab hold.

If Teddy were as clueless as he acted, how come his investments always paid off?

Even Andre admitted, “Teddy’s our trump card.” Andre was the one out front, drawing fire. If anything happened to him, only Teddy could keep things together.

Money, tech, power, war—Teddy always had a hand in the mix.

Even if Andre was out of the picture, Teddy, quietly running things in the background, could hold the rest of the crew steady.

As for Mars? Andre would rather let him go stir-crazy than let him anywhere near this side of the business.