Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance
Chapter 563

Leo lounged in a corner booth of the coffee shop his mom had invested in, eyes glued to his laptop screen. He'd been scrolling through online posts, but any potential barriers? His Uncle Jack could handle those with ease.

Two laptops were set up beside him, and he'd even commandeered the shop's computer. The phone call still ongoing, Leo said to Anya, "I'll send you a few IP addresses in a bit. Forward them to your aunt and uncle using your name." Anya, with her blend of innocence and sharp wits, replied, "Chad, did you find something you can't tell Aunt Sarah and Uncle Mike directly?"

"Mhm."

Leo's fingers danced over the keyboard, tracking down the person who had posted the photos. Once he had the info, he shot the domain details over to Anya. "This is the one spreading Mia's photos and stirring up hate online. Send this to Jade and just say it's from Barbara. "Why not send it to Aunt Sarah?"

"Your aunt will turn to Uncle Mike for help. He's a cop and specializes in catching these creeps."

Anya was puzzled. "I have an Uncle Mike?" What had she missed?

Meanwhile, Leo was already back on the hunt, convinced that the elusive Tom was stirring up trouble.

Sure enough, by afternoon, a smear campaign against Andre flooded the internet.

"When Andre took over Ashford Inc., young Jack Ashford didn't agree. Andre used underhanded tactics to make him disappear and secure the acquisition, all to corner the fashion market."

"And the downfall of the Marshal Group? You bet Andre had a hand in that too."

Conspiracy theories were brewing and multiplying...

Mia wasn't too worried about the online trolls, but her brow furrowed with concern.

She gazed at her baby son sleeping in her arms, a little bundle whose temperament had grown challenging. He would only sleep peacefully in her arms; the moment she set him down, he'd cry. Cradling her son, Mia walked into her husband's study.

Andre was seated behind a cherry wood desk, his computer open in front of him. At the sight of his wife, he looked up. "Mia, put the phone down. Take our son and get some rest."

"Honey, can we get our son's pictures taken down?" Her nonchalance had faded since becoming a mom, and her primary concern now was their little boy.

Mia had her reasons. Andre's son wasn't just any child; she had never liked the idea of exposing him to the public eye. The risk of kidnapping or harm was too great, and his father's status could attract unforeseen dangers. Having navigated the business world for years, Andre had made plenty of enemies. His current standing meant that those who resented him didn't dare speak out. But if they targeted his son, Mia's worries were justified. "I've already ordered it," Andre reassured her. "Photos of you and our son will be deleted from the entire net."

Mia pouted, looking down at the sweet-smelling infant with concern, "But people have already seen what he looks like."

Andre's laugh was comforting. "Don't worry. When our boy grows up a bit, loses some baby fat, no one will recognize him."

Shortly after, Andre received a message from Anya. "Uncle, here are some real account details behind a foreign virtual ID, from a friend. Might be useful to you."

Andre glanced at his phone. "Who's this friend of yours?"

"My best friend. The info's rock-solid," Anya replied.

Andre studied the intel, something even his Mars team hadn't uncovered, yet a teenage niece's "friend" had nailed it.

He forwarded the details to Noah with a single word: "Investigate."

In Jade's bedroom,

"Chad, hurry up! Anya just sent me this info. Use it to nab the perp. Take Barbara down; she's been a thorn in Mia's side since school, and now she's stirring up trouble online even after being expelled." Soon, Jade received another video from Anya.

"Auntie, my 'friend' says this is a little surprise for my uncle."

After watching the video, Jade pushed Chad, who worked at the police department. "Bro, Anya's already calling you 'Uncle.' Don't let me or her down, okay?"

Chad, already frazzled by his demanding niece, reviewed the video and the provided address.

Frowning, he picked up his desk phone and dialed his colleagues in narcotics. "We've received a tip-off. Suspected drug use and trafficking at this location."

By the afternoon, a drug den had been raided, yielding several pounds of contraband, and the dealer? It was Barbara.

By four o'clock, the online buzz had died down, and the damaging photos had vanished. There was no telling if someone had kept copies.

Andre's inquiry into the leaked ID had borne fruit. "Sir, it's linked to an international public network. Tricky to trace, seems deliberate. Oddly, it's located near the Walker family's headquarters.

The source smearing you for Jack Ashford's disappearance has also been found, but the place was deserted. And another oddity: the messages about the Marshal Group's bankruptcy seem to come from a different party - looks like there's more than one source. The folks exposing your wife and organizing online attacks have been caught, charged with drug use and trafficking.

The one who leaked your video with Henry has been dealt with, and the original file deleted."

Andre leaned back in his chair, a cold smile on his lips. A simple video had sparked so much drama; clearly, he had made many enemies.

Noah's next message popped up. "Sir, the Cedillo Group's stocks have dipped overseas, but it's under control."

Andre was unfazed. Such minor turbulence wouldn't shake the Cedillo empire. It was like a flea jumping on an elephant's leg - completely inconsequential. "Ignore the overseas lead. Keep digging on the rest." "Understood."

Soon after, another address arrived from Anya: "Uncle, my friend mentioned that the person slandering you was seen here."

Andre considered Anya's "friend" - this time, their help had been invaluable.

The digital whispers had vanished from the internet, and Molly made her way to Mia's bedroom. She found her friend reclined against the headboard, rhythmically patting the slumbering toddler beside her, while her other hand scrolled through her phone.

Just moments before, Cooper had called with a stern warning for Molly: Stay offline. The cease-and-desist letter that had been making waves was his doing, on behalf of the Cedillo Group. Anyone who dared to slander his sister online would be met with a swift legal response. Even if the offending posts were deleted, Cooper had screenshots as evidence, ready to take the matter to court. It was more than a scare tactic-it was a promise of retribution.