Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Chapter 847

In the company, everyone knew Lee was Vincent's right-hand man.

Leo shook his head, his tone firm and unfazed, "Already ate, not interested."

Lee's enthusiasm started to wane. He realized Leo wasn't as adept at handling social niceties as he'd thought, not even bothering with the usual respect towards a senior. "Oh, alright then. Just tidy up and get back to work," Lee casually remarked.

Leo shot back, "I've tidied up already. It's only your desk that's a mess. Haven't you noticed?"

With those words, the atmosphere in the office shifted dramatically.

Lee's face turned a deep shade of red, like tomato sauce. Leo used to be respectful, but now he seemed to be riding high on the manager's favor, acting untouchable.

Lee knew he couldn't afford to cross Leo right now, so he swallowed his pride in front of everyone. Sitting down, he took a few bites of his sandwich before tossing it in the trash. Leo, aware he'd upset Lee, also sat quietly.

Vincent woke up on the sofa, his daughter beside him.

"Dad, I don't know who brought you home last night, but he said you'd know," Vincent's daughter said.

Vincent sat up, "It was Leo."

"Oh, so his name is Leo. I asked him, but he wouldn't tell me."

Vincent rubbed his temples, a slight headache creeping in, and asked his daughter, "Hannah, what did you think of the young man who came over yesterday?"

Hannah blushed, "I... I don't even know him."

chuckled, letting the

complain. "Vincent, I think you should reconsider Leo. He's not as great as you

sandwich this morning, and not only did he refuse, but he also criticized me in front of everyone. Vincent, maybe you should watch

a smile, "Why stoop to his level? He's in his twenties, and you're in your thirties. His background explains his demeanor. Try to get along with him. A wise person can accommodate all sorts of behavior

not want to hear this, but if he's showing his true colors to me now, what if he does the same to

clearly didn't want to entertain that

intended to sow a seed of doubt in Vincent,

politics. But he had deliberately ruffled feathers that morning to make Vincent's confidant uncomfortable, tarnishing his own image to force Vincent to

puzzled-why was Vincent seeking

him that day, and Vincent saw them, blowing

odd behavior; besides

in his stroller, kicking his chubby legs, gripping his water bottle. Because of the sun, his mother

by the roadside, fanning herself and her son with a small hand fan while enjoying an

tempting Mia to

turned to

"Yes, dear?" Mia replied.

cream in Mia's hand. She offered it to him, and he eagerly took a lick, then

with an enthusiastic

delighted, leaned over into the stroller to shower her son with kisses

cream, Henry opened his mouth wide, only

he wrapped his grubby little hands around his mother's neck, pulling her hair, trying to nibble

always

She quickly freed herself from her son's grip to

small accessory store nearby and decided to wheel her plump little boy inside to buy a handheld fan. Both mother and son were thrilled with the purchase. The fan's grilles were small enough to keep Henry's fingers safe, putting Mia's mind at ease. She switched it on, relieved by its safe