Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Chapter 565

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!"

family began to eat, the room filled with the clatter

the office tomorrow." His statement, devoid of any particular address, was clearly directed

his tone only for Andre, his fear of his uncle since childhood evident. "I

met his gaze with icy firmness. "Did I ask for your

weight. The noisy dining room instantly fell

like Andre, she doubted she'd ever escape his grip. The little one in Andre's arms kicked his legs for

dinner, Chad called Molly. "Molly, can you send me Anya's number? I need to ask

need to ask Anya,

and decided to step

said, "The evidence Anya gave me today, I suspect

Gordon

pink cotton nightgown, was sitting in the living room when her phone rang with an unfamiliar

pressed the phone to

voice came through. "Anya, it's Chad,

you." Anya cheerfully acknowledged

Chad: "..."

enjoy hearing pleasant words, and even the composed Officer Chad found himself charmed by the endearing "uncle." He

to ask you something,"

after him. He just did me

the wrong path. If you don't want to tell uncle

"Goodbye."

out who the hacker was, but his mood

Gordon residence, Anya quickly

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

compliment was sweeter than any candy

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255