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.

expression

confidence wilted.

a young man like Leo who hadn't fully entered the real world. "Put the

but then remembered the baby's

computer, and delved into the dark web, searching for any information related to Leo's

the dark web hadn't gone unnoticed, and he knew he was being tracked. Despite shaking them off, entering that world meant

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

the issue, Leo returned to the office. "Uncle, it's all taken care

contentedly sucking on a teddy bear's paw, made

his son. "Back to work," he

Leo parked the car and hacked

this car is comfier

a smirk. "You just

undeterred, decided not to

o'clock, she was still in class, frequently checking her phone, knowing her husband and son were coming to pick her up. As

her husband, "Honey, I'm finishing late. Don't

Rolls-Royce GHOST sat in its usual spot, surrounded by students enjoying their

his father's

work late, was actually keeping an eye on the university forum, amused by the posts about him and his