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

immediately sought him out to complain. "Vincent, I think you should reconsider Leo. He's not

him a sandwich this morning, and not only did

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 without getting ruffled." Lee got the message-Vincent wanted him

I know you might not want to hear this, but if he's showing his true colors

want to entertain that

words intended to sow a seed of doubt in Vincent,

was aware of these behind-the-scenes office politics. But he had deliberately ruffled feathers that morning to make Vincent's confidant uncomfortable,

puzzled-why was Vincent seeking him

him that day,

besides

his brother's playful jabs, sat in his stroller, kicking his chubby legs, gripping

with a small hand fan while enjoying an ice cream. "Why did I come out

made Henry's skin look even more tender, tempting Mia to nibble

turned to

"Yes, dear?" Mia replied.

he eagerly took a lick, then contentedly pursed his lips and giggled with satisfaction. Mia laughed

with an

shower her son with kisses

his mouth wide, only to receive kisses

hands around his mother's neck, pulling her hair, trying to

had always

cream began to melt. She quickly freed herself from her son's grip to take another bite, her

to buy a handheld fan. Both mother and son were thrilled