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.

I'm sorry," Leo apologized with

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

won't return home until I've achieved something. I don't deserve to be your

in his eyes, Andre scolded sharply, "Pathetic! Society doesn't care for your tears

one last look at his uncle who returned

Andre closed his laptop with a

household, Mia went directly to her parents'

with his grandmother's sun umbrella, with only

Molly, indirectly learned about Leo's choice. "Dad, if a cybersecurity firm approached you for

"No."

"Why not?" Mia asked.

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 and technical support can

started chewing on

the umbrella from Henry's mouth, comforting the nearly tearful child, "Henry,

her phone, noticed her

parents' reasons for refusal and sent them

to pick them up, Mia handed

home to

reluctance to return

Mia, hoping she could persuade him. "I

Mia directly asked

want to be babied at home, pampered by servants and doted on by my parents. Have

cheeky

by parents. They

to convince him. "Mia, do me a favor. Hold Henry a bit more when you're home,

won't. Please, visit

not because you're being stubborn with my husband that you're