Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Leo meticulously read through the email, his heart heavy with anticipation before he finally made the call to his uncle.

In his office, Andre watched his phone ring. He reached out to answer it instinctively but ultimately hung up.

Setting down his phone, Leo's momentary hope was quickly replaced with anxiety. He wiped the moisture forming at the corners of his eyes. His uncle's opinion meant the world to him; gaining Andre's support was more motivating than anyone else's could ever be. With a self-mocking laugh, he thought about how he could still hope for support after angering his uncle.

The next second, his phone rang again. He swiftly grabbed it, but a fleeting disappointment crossed his face when he saw it was Noah, not his uncle. "Hello, Noah."

"Leo, you've received the email. Please come to the office to handle the resignation and handover procedures."

"Alright."

After being out of sight for a few days, Leo reappeared, noticeably more mature. Previously seen as an immature young man, he now spoke as an equal among his peers.

Arriving at his uncle's newly arranged office for him, Noah commented, "This desk and chair were custom-ordered for you from overseas by the CEO himself, matching his own. Unfortunately, you won't be using them, and neither dare we." "Has my uncle left work?" Leo asked.

"No, he's still in his office."

Pausing briefly, Leo replied, "I understand."

He left with a box in hand, hesitated before Andre's office, then decided to knock on the door.

Andre, watching his nephew through the surveillance, felt each knock resonate in his heart, "Come in."

Yet, Leo hesitated, intimidated by the thought of facing his uncle again.

After a few seconds, he pushed the door open.

For the first time in days, uncle and nephew locked eyes.

apologized with a quiver, his

made of stone, his demeanor cold, "You chose your path, bear its hardships. From today, Cedillo Inc. has no

"Uncle, I won't return home until I've achieved

sharply, "Pathetic! Society doesn't care for your

at his uncle who returned

closed his laptop with

to her parents' home after school to pick

his grandmother's sun umbrella,

job loss from the well-informed Molly, indirectly learned about Leo's choice. "Dad, if a cybersecurity

"No."

"Why not?" Mia asked.

interest me. I'm unfamiliar with the field, and without trust in the people involved, I wouldn't invest. Moreover, with the high entry barrier and its technical nature, our company would struggle to assess the product quality. Investors lacking industry background

had started chewing on the sun

umbrella from Henry's mouth, comforting the nearly tearful child, "Henry, are you hungry? Grandpa will take you out for something

on her phone, noticed her chat with

parents' reasons for

pick them up, Mia handed Henry over

a temporary residence. That evening, he called home to announce his decision and

return home worried

she could persuade him. "I managed

won't you come home?" Mia directly asked

servants and doted on by my parents. Have you ever seen

cheeky demeanor were unmistakably

the 'pampered by servants' part, but think twice before you speak about being babied by parents. They love my son more than

a favor. Hold Henry a bit more when you're home, and visit my parents.

hummed in affirmation, "I won't.

not because you're being stubborn with my husband