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.

Leo apologized with a quiver, his eyes

made of stone, his demeanor cold, "You chose your path,

return home until I've achieved something.

Andre scolded sharply, "Pathetic! Society doesn't care for your tears or

left, casting one last look at his uncle who returned to his work, his resolve

closed his laptop with a frustrated

the Irvin household, Mia went directly to her parents'

with his grandmother's sun umbrella, with

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

"No."

"Why not?" Mia asked.

companies, but none of substantial size that 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

chewing on the sun

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

on her phone, noticed her chat

reasons

them up, Mia handed Henry over to

That evening, he called home to announce his

reluctance to return home worried

hoping she could persuade him. "I managed to bring my

come home?" Mia directly

and doted on by my parents. Have you ever seen a successful entrepreneur living like

familiar tone and cheeky demeanor were

but think twice before you speak about being babied by parents. They love my son more than they love

knew Mia was sent by his mother to convince him. "Mia, do me a favor. Hold Henry a bit more when you're home, and visit my parents. They miss me

in affirmation, "I won't. Please, visit my uncle

it's not because you're being stubborn with