Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance novel Chapter 1543

The woman’s wrists and fingers sparkled with elegant, expensive jewelry as she led the way, heels clicking against the pavement with every confident step. She shot a look at the two guards posted outside the Dark Web club and the heavy doors blocking her path. “What’s the plan? You want me to kick the door down?”

Her voice oozed allure, but her eyes held an unmistakable authority that made people nervous.

The guards knew better than to argue. The doors swung open almost immediately, and the woman swept inside, her entourage following in her wake.

Conner watched from the side, his brow furrowed. What’s going on here?

The newcomers’ uniforms screamed military—local, by the looks of it.

He glanced at the black car parked nearby, catching sight of a man in the back seat.

Who the hell was that?

Inside, the chaos had settled. Henry snuggled into his dad’s neck, his little face half-hidden, big bright eyes curiously scanning the room.

For once, Andre looked every bit the gentle father, rubbing his son’s back to comfort him.

“Miles, Kristen just showed up.” One of Miles’s men hurried in, keeping his voice low.

Miles frowned. “Kristen? What’s she doing here?” As if things weren’t complicated enough already.

Before anyone could answer, a voice rang out, sharp as a whip. “Just here to see how much nerve you’ve grown, Miles.”

A woman in a vivid red dress strode in. Henry cocked his head, his wide eyes squinting at the vaguely familiar face.

Miles straightened, offering a respectful nod. “Kristen.”

She barely acknowledged him, gliding past with an air of cool superiority, her attention fixed on the little boy in his father’s arms.

Everyone else was left guessing—who was she? But Henry’s eyes lit up, and he piped, “Kristen~!”

The shout startled his mom.

All that icy princess attitude melted away. Kristen’s face broke into a glowing smile, arms thrown wide. “Come here, sweetheart! Give Kristen a hug!”

Miles’s nerves were fraying. “Kristen, you two know each other?”

Kristen moved to the dining table, her attendants quick to pull out a chair for her.

“I’m not interested in meddling with Dark Web business,” she said coolly, looking down at Henry. “But this kid? He’s coming with me today.”

Miles stiffened. “Why?”

Kristen turned, pinning him with a steely stare. “Because you kidnapped someone you never should have touched.”

Mia felt relief flood through her—her boy had just found himself a powerful backer.

“Miles, does Owen know you’re here, pulling this stunt?” she pressed.

Kristen’s reply was cold as ice. “What my brother knows is his own problem—it’s got nothing to do with me.” She stood, looking down at Miles, her presence almost overwhelming. “Today, I brought my own people. This is my turf. Cross me, and there’s only one ending.”

With that, warning delivered, Kristen scooped Henry up and, right in front of his stunned parents, strode out of the room with her sweet boy in her arms.