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!

milk stick, cookies, or some easily digestible

seniors' appetites were about as big as a toddler's, preferring foods that were easy on the

hit the city, everyone was itching to try the street

There's tons of good eats there. The students are on break, so it's less packed. The night market's popping right now." Andre remembered Mia's school, casually steering the car in that direction. Watching him handle

his wife falling for him all

he wakes up, nobody's getting any sleep

then, Henry was like a ticking time bomb, everyone on edge for the

know it, what they

napping all afternoon, started squirming in Mia's arms. As she gently patted his back, Henry yawned and

on pins and

the signs and

moment, Henry

onto Mia's dress, sitting in her lap, looking around, and then, with a big wail, let

called out,

in Mia's embrace,

one with just a touch of spice." Considering the seniors, they couldn't handle

have Molly call you sausage lips

"Okay, maybe

coolly, "Can your

is." He didn't want to squabble with his

chided, "Dad, you've gotten used to spicy food

Hansen a graceful exit while keeping

"Dad, if you want a touch of spice, Mia and I can take you out again in a few days,

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

the group inside while Mia stayed outside to pacify their

handed the menu to his dad, and quickly stepped back

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. Andre approached, taking his son, letting him cry on his shoulder without coddling