Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance novel Chapter 1183

The buzz online shifted dramatically, with most folks now rallying behind the Cedillo Group.

“I'm backing Andre. Cedillo Inc. has always had steady growth. Clearly, this is just competitors trying to stir up trouble.”

“Exactly, let them badmouth the Cedillo Group. I'm all in with my support.”

“Count me in too.”

“Include me as well. We can't let the bad guys win. Andre is my hero.”

“Absolutely, if I'm gonna be a keyboard warrior, I might as well fight for justice.”

“To the person above, you're a self-aware keyboard warrior. I'm backing Andre too, let's take down the schemers.”

As more comments started siding with the Cedillo Group, somewhere in a dimly lit room, Kon stared at the reports and comments, his grip tightening on the edge of his desk.

He could manipulate the networks, but he couldn’t control the smart, independent thinkers using them!

He could push for an investigation against Andre, but without solid evidence, Andre was untouchable.

“Mr. Kon,” a subordinate reported, “our attempts to rescue Greg have been blocked again. Plus, those we sent to negotiate with Andre have all gone off the radar. Seems like Andre's got nine of our people.”

“Our investigations show Greg was nabbed because Andre handed over evidence of his crimes. If we want to save Greg now, we might have to go in guns blazing. As for the remaining nine...”

Kon slammed his laptop shut in frustration. “How did it come to this?” They hadn’t saved anyone and ended up with six more people missing! And just when it seemed like the tide of public opinion was turning against Andre.

Some even pointed out, “Don’t you think our little Henry looks a lot like Mrs. Cedillo? Andre’s all sharp angles, but Henry’s got these chubby cheeks, not much contour, just like his mom.” Many were comparing blurry pictures of Henry to prove their point.

Mia protested, “Who says we look alike? I’m not as chubby as my son.”

Right then, chubby little Henry was lounging on a fluffy mat, turning to look at his goofy little brother, cooing, “Waaah.”

Wayne, gnawing on his hand, stared back at his brother: What’s up?

Molly had once again taken her family back to her parents’ place. Before heading out, she left her nephew with a task, “Henry, it’s up to you to teach your brother how to sit.”

With his parents’ combined efforts, little Wayne had finally managed to roll over, but he still needed practice. His mom, with a decisive pat, announced, “Time for the next step: learning to sit.”