Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

At first, Tom didn't think Mia would be much of a challenge. But when he tried to catch her, he found she was as slippery as an eel, darting out of his grasp every time.

He finally gave her the respect she deserved. "You're full of surprises."

Tom's punches were lethal, and Mia knew it. She dodged and weaved, buying time.

Mia's agility and finesse only fueled Tom's frustration. Yet, every punch he threw, she evaded with ease.

It was as if she knew his every move. "Who are you?" he demanded.

Mia clenched her fists, taking the fight to Tom. When he tried to dodge, she swiftly retracted her hand and spun around, hammering her elbow into Tom's chest. Then, with her other fist, she struck a quick blow to his abdomen.

She aimed to throw off his balance, catching him off guard. The feint she had thrown was meant to disrupt his center of gravity, allowing her to strike when he was most vulnerable, targeting his heart and internal organs. This technique felt eerily familiar to Tom!

His eyes narrowed as the image of a woman skilled in such tactics overlapped with Mia's. "It's you!"

The Silent Ring had only one woman who didn't rely on brute force, preferring cunning and precision to target her opponent's weakest spots.

He had underestimated Andre's "ordinary" wife.

He had been too complacent!

Mia, face cold, locked eyes with Tom. "We're settling all scores today."

No longer just evading, Mia faced Tom head-on. Both were fighters at heart, with a wild streak that, once ignited, made them unstoppable.

As their bodyguards hesitated to intervene, witnessing the fierce exchange, it dawned on everyone just how formidable a fighter Andre's wife was. This was no childish scuffle but a real battle of fists and wits. Cornered against the railing, Mia seemed trapped. But just as Tom's fist aimed for her, a strong hand blocked it. Those hands belonged to Andre, her husband, who had raced through traffic, breaking every rule to get there. Andre's presence was menacing, his eyes cold with fury as he confronted Tom, forcing him back with every punch.

Mia watched from the safety of the sidewalk, bundling their son in Andre's coat.

Seeing his mother, the boy stopped crying, mesmerized by the unfolding drama.

When Andre turned his wrath on Tom, it was brutal. The sound of Tom's jaw breaking echoed in the silence, shocking everyone, especially Molly, who had just arrived.

The police, too late to prevent the escape, watched in frustration as Tom, cornered and desperate, jumped into the river.

Andre coldly ordered a thorough search, his voice devoid of warmth.

The officer in charge, Jackie, approached Chad, unsure of how to proceed. Chad advised to search along the river, confident Tom wouldn't get far with his injuries. Molly rushed to Mia and her nephew, enveloping the little one in a hug. "You scared me to death."

Andre joined them, his concern evident. "Is anyone hurt?"

Mia shook her head. "No, but let's get our son checked at the hospital, just to be safe."

The little guy, spotting his dad, stiffened his tiny frame, eager to leap into his father's arms.

With the day's drama winding down, Andre, alongside his wife and kid, headed to their SUV, "Leo and Anya, hop in too."

Leo's driver's side door was dented, a clear sign it needed a visit to the body shop.

While Leo was all set to handle the matter, Andre, running out of patience, barked again, "Come with me to the hospital to get that leg checked."

Indeed, Leo's leg felt off, but it wasn't just his leg; his chest was also bothering him. Anya, holding his hand with a look of concern, said, "Chad, let's just go."

Chad and Molly also got in the car to head to the hospital.

On the way, Mia, ridden with guilt, said, "I just wanted Leo to hold the baby for a nice photo shoot in the backroom studio. The photographer had just taken one shot when the lights went out. By the time I realized what was happening, the baby had been snatched." Leo apologized, "I'm sorry, uncle. I didn't hold Henry tight enough. If I hadn't let go, Tom would have suffocated him."

He was no match for Tom, especially with the child in his hands. He couldn't overpower him.

Andre reassured, "I'm not blaming you guys."

"Why did you let Tom go on purpose, honey? We were so close to catching him," his wife questioned.