Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance novel Chapter 1834

Naturally, those clients would be drawn straight to Golden Top.

And even if Leo approached them himself, as the original developer of the system, closing the deals would be a breeze.

It suddenly clicked for Chunky. "Leo, I get it now. You sold that system for practically nothing back then, and I thought you were getting scammed. But you were playing the long game. You were planning this startup even back then?"

"When you take the first step, you have to know how you're going to walk the next ten. Andre taught me that."

"Which uncle?"

"The second son of the old man sleeping in my office."

Chunky rolled his eyes. "Would it kill you to just say 'Andre Cedillo'?"

Now that Chunky understood Leo's strategy, he felt much more confident. "That deal with Mr. Miles last time, we gave him a free two-year trial at a loss. Leo, why were you so dead set on securing that client? I know you must have an ulterior motive."

Leo rested his chin on his thumb and index finger, giving Chunky a meaningful smirk. "As the boss, I can't let you in on all my motives."

"Keep playing your mind games, then. Whatever. I don't get management or business negotiations anyway. I'll stick to being the tech nerd."

Light snow began to fall outside. The cleaning lady stepped inside, brushing off her coat and grumbling. "I just swept the yard and it's coming down again. Be careful when you head out, everyone."

Leo glanced out the window. He stood up; it was time to wake his grandfather and send him home.

Hansen groaned as he was shaken awake, still slightly disoriented. "Is it dinner time?"

"It will be by the time you get home."

Then, he went back inside.

The drive back was excruciatingly slow. The rocking motion of the car made Hansen sleepy again. He yawned and chatted with the driver. "When we get back, look into Leo's company finances. I want to know if the kid is actually making any money after all these years."

"We don't need to investigate, sir. You can just ask Mr. Andre when we get home."

Hansen considered this. "You're right. Andre is secretive, but I bet he's been keeping tabs on Leo behind the scenes."

He let out another massive yawn. "Put some music on. The heater is making me drowsy."

The music played, but it only served as a lullaby for Hansen.

Back at the estate, Henry was clinging to his mother, begging to go out. "You promised to take me out to play today! Adults have to keep their promises!" Henry stood proudly in front of Mia, his chubby face set in a look of profound betrayal. The little guy had learned how to lodge formal complaints.