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. "Just

businessmen found daunting, let alone a young man like Leo

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

desk, booted up his computer, and delved into the dark web, searching for any information related

now, 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

problem for a company that no one else could fix. No

returned to the office. "Uncle, it's

sucking on a teddy bear's paw, made happy, slobbery

tested the baby formula's temperature, then gently fed his son. "Back to work," he told Leo, who nodded

the car and hacked into the

thrilled, jumped into the car. "Chad, this car is comfier than

a smirk. "You just don't

undeterred, decided not

classes to save up for 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 professor droned on, Mia

finishing late. Don't come

sat in its usual spot, surrounded

his father's arms, the car

the university forum, amused by the posts about