Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Chapter 864

Why did it take so long? Well, Leo had thrown out a new web address for everyone to check out, saying, "If you can figure out who this person is, you'll know whether diving into the dark web is worth it or not." With that, Leo watched as everyone dived into a new round of sleuthing.

His eyes scanned the room, finally landing on Todd. You know what they say, the tallest poppy gets cut down first, and Leo didn't buy for a second that Todd was the first to know about the dark web without someone pulling his strings. I mean, the guy casually mentioned the fifty million like it was nothing. Someone had to be using him to spill the beans.

And the fact that someone had already hacked the dark web? That was a red flag. Leo was on high alert, knowing that besides him and his uncle, only the dark web folks could know. His own people wouldn't spill the beans; it had to be an insider from the dark web. Leo had gotten a bit too comfortable lately, almost forgetting there were still folks out there looking for him.

Looking at Todd, Leo wondered about the mastermind behind him. He remembered his uncle's advice: don't stick your neck out too much, staying under the radar might not be a bad thing.

Later, when the group cracked it open, they were stunned, "Leo, it was you all along?"

They even managed to break through the protective barriers Leo had set up, realizing just how skilled Leo was.

If they ever needed to venture into the dark web and Leo wasn't up to it, they wouldn't push him to join. This was Leo's real plan to appear plain and unremarkable in their eyes.

As Leo left, Andre had just rolled back into town with a group of seniors.

Nine o'clock, and for this city that never sleeps, the night was still young.

Henry was all snuggled up, snoozing in his mom's arms after an afternoon nap. Mia's arms were getting sore, so Hansen stepped in to help carry their little bundle of joy.

Andre's shoes were still a bit damp, but he had to wear them, or he'd risk going barefoot.

"Mia, didn't you say you wanted some shrimp scampi?" Hansen remembered.

With the seniors around, Andre didn't want to rain on his wife's parade, so he said, "Mia, name a spot, and I'll drive us there."

As dinner time rolled around, they were winding down the mountain roads, everyone feeling a bit queasy, not wanting to eat and risk getting motion sick, so they nibbled on some of Henry's snacks instead. Henry never traveled without snacks!

a milk stick, cookies, or

a toddler's, preferring foods that were easy on the stomach, just enough to keep

itching to try the street food

packed. The night market's popping right now." Andre remembered Mia's school, casually steering the car in that direction. Watching him handle the wheel made Mia swoon every time. She teased, "Honey, can you spin the wheel again?"

driving could have his wife falling for him all

Henry. If he wakes up,

ticking time bomb, everyone on edge for the inevitable

you know it, what

they parked, Henry, who'd been napping all afternoon, started squirming in Mia's arms.

was on pins and needles,

signs and thought, Here we

moment, Henry was

her lap, looking around, and then, with a big wail, let loose

gently called out,

buried his face in Mia's embrace, wailing his little heart

down here. Remember to get one with mixed herbs and one with just a touch of spice." Considering the seniors, they couldn't handle anything too fiery. Hansen, always wanting more, grumbled,

Molly call you sausage lips

backed down, "Okay,

"Can your stomach handle

his bravado deflating, relented, "Alright, a touch of spice it is." He didn't want to squabble

spicy food with us, but

give Hansen a graceful

you want a touch of spice, Mia and

was thrilled. "You're both making sense. I'll go with what you

inside while Mia stayed outside to

couple of dishes, handed the menu to his dad, and quickly stepped back out. Under the night sky, he saw

no more tears, okay? Your mom's here, not your stepmom. Son, we didn't have any beef in our past lives." Mia cooed at her son, who was still fussing despite being well-rested.