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."

letting

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

respect his seniors. Since you've been favoring him, he's become arrogant, acting like he's untouchable. I offered him a sandwich this morning, and not only did he refuse, but he also criticized me in front of everyone. Vincent, maybe you should watch him a bit

He's in his twenties, and you're in your thirties. His background explains his demeanor. Try to get along with him. A

want to hear this, but if he's showing his true colors

clearly didn't want to entertain that thought,

nodded, his parting words intended to sow a seed of doubt in Vincent, hoping to make

behind-the-scenes office politics. But he had deliberately ruffled feathers that morning to make Vincent's confidant uncomfortable, tarnishing his own image to

Leo was puzzled-why was Vincent

him that

dressed normally, without any odd behavior; besides being attractive, they seemed ordinary. How could Vincent have picked up on

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

a black sun-protective outfit, sat by the roadside, fanning herself and her son with a small hand

skin look even more tender, tempting Mia to nibble on his chubby legs, thinking they looked tastier than

to

"Yes, dear?" Mia replied.

She offered it to him, and he eagerly took a lick, then contentedly pursed his lips and giggled with satisfaction.

with an

leaned over into the stroller to shower her son

opened his mouth wide, only to receive kisses instead, looking

his mother's neck, pulling her hair, trying to nibble on her face with his little

had always

quickly freed herself from her

handheld fan. Both mother and son were thrilled with the purchase. The fan's