Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance novel Chapter 962

Henry's cute little face popped into Vincent's mind; he remembered spotting him once, all snuggled up in his mom's arms downstairs when two gorgeous girls had come looking for Leo. Little did he know, Henry was Andre's kid.

And Leo...

Vincent felt his knees go weak. Even with winter on the horizon, cold sweat dripped down his forehead, making his legs feel like jelly. He started pondering if he'd ever done Leo wrong in the past.

The office was dead quiet. Andre's presence was like a force field, pressing down on everyone, making them instinctively hold their breath. Even the little one, tucked snugly in his dad's arms, seemed to sense it and stayed calm.

"Heading home?" Andre asked his long-lost nephew, trying to make peace though his voice was still chilly.

Leo glanced at his messy desk and shook his head stubbornly.

Andre let out a fiery breath, realizing he'd offered Leo an easy way out. Frustrated, he grabbed his son and turned to leave.

Henry's gaze lingered on the cardboard box on his brother's desk.

Anya dashed after them, "Uncle, where you off to?"

"Back to work."

"I can look after the kid for you."

Seeing his son, or should I say, his little 'bundle of fun' squirming, Andre held him tighter and walked off.

Watching the elevator go down, Anya leapt for joy, then rushed back inside to Leo. "Chad, your uncle's here to take you home."

Leo glanced at her, knowing his uncle's visit was no accident. "We'll settle this later."

Anya cheekily stuck out her tongue, unfazed.

A colleague nervously asked Leo, "Leo, you and Andre, you know each other?"

Leo collected the documents, "He's my uncle."

The revelation hit everyone like a bombshell.

Anya, not done stirring the pot, pointed at the TV showing the news, "And that's my dad, Chad's father."

Bruce!

Yep, the Cedillo brothers: one a political bigwig, the other a business tycoon.

Vincent suddenly recalled a past chat with Leo, "What's your dad do?"...

Everyone was stunned again, eyes glued to Leo. Vincent almost popped a vein, Paige looked between the TV and Leo, caught between hope and dread, while Lee, sweating bullets, realized his secret beef with Leo was about to bite him.

Anya, enjoying the chaos, clung to her boyfriend's arm, playfully.

Leo, looking at the "show-off" Ms. Anya, felt helpless but not mad; she was his sweetheart, after all.

Turning to Vincent, Leo handed Anya the documents, "You handle this."

"On it!" Anya chirped, stuffing everything into the box.