Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance
Chapter 841

Coleen: "...Fabric?"

Molly suggested, "Let's assume it was arson. What do you think was the motive? To harm people? We've got no enemies among our staff, and who would dare make a move on our turf? To wreck machinery? It would've been easier to just throw a wrench into the works. Why go for arson, the least clever option? Even if the machinery was damaged, buying new equipment worth millions would be no big deal for us. So why set a fire?

The most likely target was that batch of fabric since it's the easiest to destroy. Mom, remember, that batch was supposed to be our entry into the integrated market."

Coleen didn't want to be reliant on others. She previously depended on imports or selections from other manufacturers for her fabric. She wanted her own factory to produce fabric.

If anyone in the business tried to block her fabric supply, she could confidently start her own manufacturing.

During the trial period, Coleen hadn't expected the factory to catch fire.

Her daughter's words gave Coleen a clue.

She looked at her daughter, "You mean, the target was that batch of fabric. But this wouldn't affect others. Our partners wouldn't suspect that we might stop buying their fabric and resort to arson, would they?" Arson is a crime. Wouldn't that be like cutting off your nose to spite your face?

Molly shook her head, "Mom, think about it. If you go integrated, whose cake are you cutting?"

Coleen frowned, her mind racing through potential suspects.

Kendrick looked at his daughter, pride in his eyes. "My girl's got some brains."

Molly went to her father, playfully, "Then, Daddy, could you please go downstairs and grab the delivery for your brilliant daughter?"

Kendrick, pointing at her indulgently, said, "You lazy thing."

He stood up, "Did you

call?"

Molly shook her head, "Dad, I just put your mobile number down. Make sure your phone's on."

Kendrick laughed, growing fonder of his daughter by the minute.

Coleen was exasperated, "You two go joke around somewhere else. I'm fed up with your father-daughter bonding."

The two obediently quieted down.

Everyone else had left for the day, only the CEO's office light was still on.

With Dad not home, Andre took his wife and son back to Maplewood Estates.

The family of three hadn't gone to bed yet when Naomi called, missing them, "Andre, let Mia and Henry come over. It's too quiet without them at home; I'm not used to it." Andre: "..."

The warmly welcomed mother and son, with their chubby faces, looked at Andre from either side.

Andre told Naomi, "Naomi, these two kids are too noisy, giving me a headache. Consider these few days a holiday for you and my brother to enjoy some quiet. After a few days, when Dad comes home, we'll come back." Andre still declined Naomi's invitation.

After hanging up, Mia asked, "How many kids do you have in your family?"

"Two."

She gave him a look, "Count again carefully."

Andre tapped his wife's head, then his son's, "Here, one, two. Two."

She was speechless.

She didn't look like a child at all!

In the evening, Andre paid the price for his offhand remark.

"Honey, I'll sleep with your 'kids' tonight. Since you mentioned you have two kids, wherever Henry sleeps, I'll sleep. You sleep by yourself, goodnight."

Mia hugged her heaviest son, snuggling under the covers.

Henry was happily playing with his toes, then suddenly started munching on them as if they were a gourmet treat, not willing to share with his parents.

Andre looked at his son, disdainfully picked up his 'child,' and carried him back to the master bedroom. "Big kid, come on up."

Mia, affectionately referred to as "big kid" by her husband, immediately got off the bed, happily slipping on her slippers to follow her husband.

The 'big kid' was carried back to the master bedroom by the father, lucky to sleep between his parents thanks to his mother.

Henry had no choice; at night, if his parents needed him, he was carried back to the master bedroom. If they were annoyed, he was sent to sleep in the kids' room. Being a tool had been his role since birth.

However, the advantage of being shuffled around was that he could sleep anywhere, never fussy about where he was.

The next day, Leo also learned about the incident at Chade Inc. He called Molly from the company bathroom, "What did the police say? It's all over the news. I couldn't believe it was your place until I checked. If you hadn't told me, would I have ever known?" Not sure what Molly said, but Leo quickly replied, "Solving the case is your man's job, not something I can do. Let me know if you need help."

Molly, propping up her face, said, "Leo, it would be great if you were still around."

"Now that you can drive yourself, what do you need me for?"

"I need someone to take the blame when I mess up."

Leo: "...Get outta here. Aunts are supposed to protect their nephews, not make them scapegoats."

Molly was frustrated, "But the police didn't show up today either. Chad said the police have a murder case on their hands, so the fire investigation might be delayed."

After leaving the bathroom, Leo, still on the phone, sat down at his desk.

After he left, a colleague named Lee came out of the bathroom, watching Leo's retreating figure, then immediately went to Vincent's office.

Leo on the phone said, "I'm busy today. Tonight, I have to tutor Anya in computer science. Your issue will have to wait; I'm swamped."

After hanging up, Lee sneaked into Vincent's office. "Manager, did you hear about the fire at Chade Inc.?"

Vincent nodded, "Yes, it's common knowledge."

Lee asked, "Guess what's the relationship between Chade Inc. and Leo?"

Vincent perked up at anything related to Leo, sitting up straight, "What's their relationship?"

Lee whispered, "His aunt."

Lee relayed the overheard phone conversation to Vincent, who listened with mixed emotions.

"And, I heard something else," Lee added.

Vincent immediately asked, "What?"

"Don't let Leo's daily walks to work fool you; he's got a car worth over fifty thousand dollars parked back at his place."

Vincent raised an eyebrow. "Leo hasn't even graduated from college yet, has he?"

Lee nodded. "He's a senior this year."

"Well, he's certainly doing well for himself," Vincent remarked.

In the afternoon, as Leo was leaving work, he was on the phone with Anya. "Come home early, we'll start studying promptly at eight. I'm going to grab dinner in a bit."

Anya, having finally gotten the chance to meet up with friends, didn't want to leave. "Chad, can't you take the night off just this once? The fun's not over yet-"