Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Andre cradled his son as he stepped out of the elevator, catching sight of his nephew, Leo, lounging around without a care in the world. "Leo, my office. Now."

Leo grunted in acknowledgment and trailed behind Andre.

The little one twisted his head, curious about the brother who always managed to make him cry. Leo, unable to resist, scooped up the soft, adorable bundle, inhaling the sweet scent of baby powder. "Ah, ah," the baby cooed.

Leo, holding the baby close, half-joked, "Uncle, your son's trying to pick a fight with me."

Andre, his mind on other things, asked, "What's the deal with the car?"

Leo blinked, trying to evade the question. "I didn't use your money. Bought it myself."

Andre's eyes narrowed, his tone cold. "And how did you earn it?"

Leo swallowed hard, using the baby as a shield. "Trading stocks."

"Show me. Which stocks did you buy?"

Leo didn't move a muscle, nor did he reach for his phone. Andre, almost certain now, leaned back, his gaze hardening. "You think making quick money is a long-term plan?"

Leo looked up, startled by his uncle's anger.

of pride, Andre's expression was

wilted. "Just

let alone a young man like Leo who hadn't fully entered the real world.

gently placed the baby into a nearby rocker but then remembered the baby's recent attempts to roll over. Concerned, he handed the baby back

Andre placed his son on the desk, booted up his computer, and delved into the dark web, searching

thought. His last foray into the dark web hadn't gone unnoticed, and he knew he was being tracked. Despite shaking them off,

instead, he'd shown off by solving a problem for a company that no one else could fix. No

resolving the issue, Leo returned to the office. "Uncle, it's

baby, now contentedly sucking on a teddy bear's paw, made

his son. "Back to work," he

Anya from the university, Leo parked the car and hacked

this car is

closed his laptop with a smirk. "You just don't know how to

undeterred, decided not

her husband and son were coming to pick her up. As the sky darkened and the professor droned on, Mia was

texted her husband, "Honey, I'm finishing late.

in its usual spot,

soundly in his father's arms,

late, was actually keeping an eye on the university forum, amused by the