Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance novel Chapter 1779

Mars had already figured it all out. He called Milka and said, “Milka, swing by my place tonight. Time to collect your bride price.”

Milka blinked, not quite catching on. “Isn’t it a bit early for that?”

“Nope, this is the perfect time. Your folks are sorted out, and you promised once that was done, you’d marry me. Let’s not wait—let’s make it official.”

Milka’s excitement bubbled up in her voice. “Seriously?”

Mars stretched out his answer, just as thrilled as she was. “Yeah, for real. Your mom finally gave up on getting money from your dad, put enough pressure on him that he called her. Those two spent half the night whispering on the phone. Now she’s coming back home.”

Milka was so happy, her hands shook. “Mars, thank you.”

“That’s it? Just a thank you? No ‘I love you’ or anything?”

Milka grinned. “I’m at work, you know.”

“Fine, I’ll pick you up tonight—say it to my face.”

After hanging up, Mars was so excited at the thought of finally marrying Milka that he almost gave a couple of celebratory punches to the tree in front of him.

Jupiter, meanwhile, was so pleased his wife was coming home soon that he went back for seconds at lunch—twice.

Mars shot a voice message to the guys: “Brothers, your boy’s finally getting hitched!”

Asher: “What, you passed the civil service exam?”

Mr. Nettleton: “Not joining the squad anymore?”

Mars laughed. “Start saving up for my wedding gifts, fellas! The big day is right around the corner.”

Asher, over in his company barracks, cracked up. “You drunk or just dreaming again?”

Behind them, Director Grant watched the two of them laughing and wrapped up in each other. He hurriedly called headquarters. “Hey, any update on Milka’s transfer? Let me be clear—Milka is only focused on her love life here. She’s slacking off, taking advantage of her position, and we’ve lost a bunch of major clients because of her. I can’t work with her. I’m requesting that she be transferred back to HQ.”

“We’ll look into your concerns, Grant. Please wait for our feedback.”

“How long’s that going to take?” Grant pressed.

“That’s not something you need to know.”

Grant quickly added, “This is off the record, okay? Please keep it anonymous.”

“All reports are strictly confidential and anonymous,” HQ assured him.

Even after hanging up, Grant was still anxious. He climbed into his car and sent messages to a few pals at HQ. “Hey, Coen, do me a favor…”