Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Lounging back without a care for appearances, Leo drawled, "Mia, thanks for having such faith in me. So, I'm some kind of superhero in your eyes, huh?"

Mia blinked her sparkling eyes, still a bit uncertain. "Did I guess wrong?"

Molly propped her chin in her hand, eyeing Leo with all seriousness. "I can't picture you being that accomplished either."

Leo: "..."

Andre traced his fingers over his son's tiny palm, playing with the little guy nestled in his arms. His gaze fell on Leo, eyes cool, voice firm. "What were you up to this afternoon?" "Arguing with trolls online."

Leo whipped out his phone, pulled up his account, and handed it to Andre as if to show he was seriously taking on his critics.

Naomi massaged her temples, exasperated. "Andre, would you please deal with Leo? He's in his twenties and hasn't got a thing to show for it, just fooling around. Get him to come to the office and do some actual work with you." Leo: "I'm not going."

"Who's going to take over the business if you don't?" Andre's displeasure was palpable.

Leo glanced at his baby brother. "Well, there you go. Keeping it in the family."

Andre looked down at his son, who was yawning adorably with his tiny mouth, Henry's crystal-clear eyes staring back at his father in a daze.

Mia chimed in, "My husband's been grooming you for over a decade. If you don't step in, all his hard work goes to waste."

Leo shrugged. "Uncle's still young; he can groom another."

Naomi questioned her son. "What will you do when you're old, having wasted your life away?"

Leo smirked. "I'll have Henry support me."

At that comment, a thump landed on Leo's back from his mother. Naomi's frustration was evident. "Why did I even have you!"

to eat, the room filled with

His statement, devoid of

his fear of

firmness. "Did I ask for your opinion?" Again,

words always carried weight. The

Leo a sympathetic look. She was lucky to be Andre's wife, able to push back a little. Had she been in Leo's shoes with an "older brother" or "uncle" like Andre, she doubted she'd ever escape

called Molly. "Molly, can you send me Anya's

you need to ask Anya,

the couch, overheard and

me today, I suspect it wasn't obtained

Gordon

in the living room when her

call, she pressed the phone

came through. "Anya, it's Chad,

I know it's you." Anya cheerfully acknowledged with a bright

Chad: "..."

and even the composed Officer Chad found himself charmed by the endearing "uncle." He couldn't help but smile. His impression

to ask you something," Chad's voice

please don't go after him.

not to take the wrong path. If

"Goodbye."

who the hacker was,

at the Gordon residence,

did as you said, kept calling him 'uncle,' and he actually didn't pursue who you are.'

for the praise, Chad." Leo's compliment was sweeter than any