Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance
Chapter 597

It was a bustling afternoon outside Walker Corporation. Even though the appreciation banquet had been a flop, the place was still swarming with people looking for compensation.

Mars turned to Andre and asked, "How'd you know their shipment was smuggled in? If you want the higher-ups to order a full investigation, you'll need solid proof. They won't just take your word for it." Andre replied with two words: "Dark web."

Mars was floored. "You're joking, right? You hacked into the dark web?"

His shock was justified. Top-tier international cyber teams had once tried to crack the dark web to expose its hidden underworld. But those who attempted it were immediately targeted by mysterious figures, some even hacked in retaliation. Others couldn't even find a way in. It was like an ancient siege where soldiers couldn't find the main gate to the walled city-they couldn't breach what they couldn't locate.

Despite countless hacking attempts each year, someone had finally succeeded this time!

Who was this digital warrior? And how hadn't the dark web noticed?

Mars wasn't the only one stunned; everyone was.

Andre simply said, "It wasn't me."

Even Teddy couldn't resist asking, "Andre, you've got someone with those skills on your team? Who is it?"

Such talent would be in high demand.

Thinking of his cheeky nephew, who never seemed to grow up in his eyes, Andre couldn't help but smile proudly before replying, "Yeah, he's not half bad." "Who is it?"

"My niece's secret admirer."

With that, Andre put his phone face down and stopped chatting.

His friends kept calling out to him, guessing and discussing, with Mars almost flipping through the Cedillo family tree to find out who Andre's niece was.

Eventually, they realized Andre only had a troublesome nephew; the Cedillo family was known for its strong male lineage-not a single girl, let alone a niece.

Mars ended up wondering, "Did Andre just pull one over on us?"

When it was time to leave, Andre shut down his monitor, closed his laptop, and left the office.

Noah asked with concern, "Boss, heading out early?"

"Mia finishes school early today; I'm picking her up," Andre replied before instructing Noah, "Contact our overseas divisions to prepare for early shipments to division two." "Got it!"

Andre drove to the university town and waited in his reserved parking spot for his young wife to run into his arms.

His phone rang; it was the overseas division. He answered, "Yes?"

"Boss, should we ramp up production? We've got plenty of Walker's clients at our door."

Andre paused before asking, "How much is the market short?"

"Rough estimate, about 500 tons."

Andre said, "Release..."

"Hubby, you came to pick me up!" A cheerful voice interrupted, full of excitement and joy, audible even to the executive on the other end.

Mia hugged her husband. "What are you up to? Why haven't you kissed me yet today?"

The overseas executive was speechless. What had he just heard?!

Andre asked Mia to sit tight while he finished his call.

She tilted her head, her happiness evident. "Is the call through?"

"Still on the line."

Mia realized her earlier outburst had been overheard.

Andre switched the phone to his other hand and gently stroked his wife's hair, as soothing as petting a kitten.

He instructed the executive, "Release 200 tons to the market to ease the immediate shortage. No more today. We'll adjust based on tomorrow's demand." Mia swatted his hand away from her head, whispering, "That will make me bald."

Andre laughed and continued the call.

"Boss, should we raise prices?" the executive inquired, sensing an opportunity.

"No," Andre said firmly, "sell at the current price." He was thinking long-term.

The executive hung up, impressed with Andre's strategy.

Andre put away his phone and planted a kiss on Mia's lips, who had been craving his affection.

Their son Henry had a rough day, left with his grandparents to adapt.

The couple heard his cries as they approached the house.

Mia rushed to comfort their son, sweating and red-faced from crying.

Andre followed, his throat tight with empathy.

Madison, the grandmother, waved a half-empty bottle of formula, "In my forty years, I've never seen such a fuss. He wouldn't take a sip until he was starving."

Mia prepared to nurse her son as Andre took the formula bottle, deciding, "Tomorrow, he comes to the office with me."

If grandparents struggled, ten nannies wouldn't fare much better.

Mia agreed, confident in Andre's ability to feed their son.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, the Irvin family wrapped up dinner, sharing stories and laughs at the dining table. After a while, Andre decided I was time to head back to their cozy home in Maplewood Estates with his wife and child in tow. That evening, Andre carefully packed the portable crib into the trunk of the car. The journey home was quiet, with their little bundle of joy, Liam, already dozing off in Mia's arms, his little cheeks flushed from the warmth of her embrace.

Mia, feeling the weight of their son's peaceful slumber, shifted him from one arm to the other, trying not to disturb his dreams. They had skipped his bath that night, choosing instead to gently wipe him down before laying him in his crib where he continued to sleep soundly.

The following day broke with the usual hustle, and Andre was off to the office once more. But before leaving, he cradled his son in his arms again. This time, however, Liam didn't shed any tears. He was snuggled comfortably against his father's chest, blissfully unaware of the world around him as he drifted through a sea of sweet dreams.