Sweet Mischief's Rollercoaster Romance novel Chapter 13

The intentions of the Irvin family were still a mystery. Mia dropped a call. At first, he didn't recognize the number as Mia's. It was only when he picked up and heard her bright "Mr. Andre" that he felt a headache coming on. "Mia!"

"Hey… Old Andre, your dad wants you to come home. He has something to talk to you about."

She started to calling him Old Andre. Judging from his tone, he didn't seem to like it.

Andre held the phone, trying hard to contain his anger, "Mia, call me that one more time."

Then Mia's voice was filled with joy, repeatedly calling, "Old Andre, Old Andre, Old Andre. I called it three times, what are you gonna do? Come at me if you dare."

Andre's throat tightened, and he squinted his eyes. This woman really knew how to push his buttons. She was trying to provoke him, to get him to go home. But he wouldn’t budge.

Andre tried to calm himself down, and he hung up.

Soon, Mia called again, "Old Andre, are you mad? What are you mad about? I didn't even get mad when you said I have short legs, but you're mad because I called you Old Andre? Men are so sensitive. I mean, it's not like you're at a disadvantage being called Old Andre. After all, you're old enough to be my dad's peer. Or would you rather I call you 'nephew'? Well, fine, I'll reluctantly call you 'nephew'...hello? Hello, Andre? Hello?"

The call was hung up again.

Mia pulled the phone away from her ear, looking at the blank screen. She muttered to herself while complaining, "Can't believe it, he's a big shot in the business world but can't even take a little ribbing. What's wrong with calling you Old Andre, don't you realize you're not a spring chicken anymore? I'm gonna keep calling, until you can't take it anymore."

Mia dialed again, but Andre hung up right away.