Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Henry was as easygoing as they come, wrapping his tiny arms around his dad's neck while his chubby little face turned towards the window, eagerly searching for his dad's car.

"When Kon shows up, planning to slip away from Waverly with Troy, what's our move?"

"Let him go, but have our folks disguise themselves and tag along on the boat. And also..."

With Andre's instructions in mind, his team quickly set things in motion.

Henry remained perched in his dad's arms by the window. Spotting his dad's car, he excitedly reached out, "Daddy's car!"

Andre ended his call, grabbed his keys, and headed out.noveldrama

With no particular destination, he wandered around downtown before eventually making his way back home to Maplewood Estates.

The yard was impeccably clean, thanks to the servants, but the house felt a bit empty without the usual family buzz.

Back at home, Henry made a beeline for the swing set, "Dad!"

"Come down. Wait for your mom to join you, and then I'll give you both a push." Simplified: Without mom, dad wasn't up for pushing.

Pointing to a little ginkgo tree, Andre asked, "Do you know how old it is?"

Henry curiously attempted to uproot his ginkgo tree.

Mia, worn out from studying, stepped outside for a breather. "Where are my husband and son?" She searched high and low for them, "Weird, have they time- traveled again?"

By afternoon, the father-son duo had returned, and they headed out with Mia for a laid-back dinner at the Irvin family's place, enjoying a carefree, delightful day.

Kon was set up to "head home" on a small boat with 20 people, 19 of whom were old friends pretending to be strangers, all to keep Kon in the dark.

"Hey, buddy, you're leaving Waverly on Troy's boat too?" Someone casually chatted up Kon. "I'm ducking creditors, what about you? How'd you get that injury? Enemies after you too?"

Kon clenched his fist, anger simmering inside him.

A "crew member" called out, "Clear the way, the doctor's coming through."

The doctor approached Kon, with the "crew member" explaining, "Our boss, Troy, insists we can't let you die. You still owe us. So let the doc fix you up."

Aware of his weakened state, Kon offered his injured hand to the doctor on board.

The masked man examined the hand, pondering, "What's the first step of surgery again?"

Half an hour later, Kon woke from unconsciousness. The surgery, done without anesthesia, had been too painful, knocking him out cold. Upon waking he saw his hand bandaged like a mummy and weakly asked, "How's my hand?"

"It's fine." Except it wouldn't be of much use anymore.

Kon, thinking his hand was healed, relaxed. "Tell Troy, saving my hand's like

saving my life. I'll repay him handsomely."

The 19 others exchanged glances, none speaking up.

Over at the Dark Web, Maja was under watch as she sat on a couch, meticulously

trimming her nails and checking her handiwork with satisfaction.

Two guards stood behind her, with two more stationed at the door.

"Is Kon back yet?" she inquired.

The guards were on alert, "Mr. Kon will find you when he returns. If he hasn't, he's not back yet. You'd better play it safe and think about how you'll explain yourself when Mr. Kon returns." After all, Maja held the

fate of some Dark Web members in her hands.

Content with her nails, Maja chuckled, "If Kon's out of the picture, who's next in

line to take charge?"