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 was

confidence wilted.

had no room to argue. The intimidating aura Andre exuded was something even seasoned businessmen found daunting, let alone a young man like Leo who hadn't

the baby's recent attempts to roll over. Concerned,

placed his son on the desk, booted up his computer, and delved into

Leo was deep in thought. His last foray into the dark web hadn't gone unnoticed, and he knew he was being tracked. Despite shaking them off, entering that world meant he was now a

laid low, but instead, he'd shown off by solving a problem for a company

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

on a teddy

son. "Back to work," he told Leo, who nodded

parked the car and hacked

into the car. "Chad, this

just don't know

undeterred, decided

a holiday. At seven o'clock, she was still in class, frequently checking her phone, knowing her husband and son were coming to pick her up. As the sky darkened and the

"Honey, I'm finishing late. Don't come to pick

usual spot, surrounded by students enjoying

the baby slept soundly in his father's arms, the

an eye on the university forum, amused by