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

confidence wilted.

to argue. The intimidating aura Andre exuded was something even seasoned businessmen found daunting, let alone a young man like Leo who hadn't fully entered the real world.

remembered the baby's recent

Leo left, Andre placed his son on the desk, booted up his computer, and delved into the dark web, searching for any information related to

unnoticed, and he knew he was being

realized he should have laid low, but instead, he'd shown off by solving a problem for a company that no one else could fix. No wonder his uncle was

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

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

formula's temperature, then gently fed his son. "Back to work," he told

the university, Leo parked the car and hacked into the system he'd

"Chad, this car is comfier than

smirk. "You just don't know how

decided

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

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

Rolls-Royce GHOST sat in its usual spot, surrounded

in his father's arms, the car warm and

was actually keeping an eye on the university forum, amused by the posts about him