Miss Josefina: Nobody's Princess

As the sun dipped below the horizon, Josefina wrapped up her work for the day.

Alex completed several design drafts under Josefina's guidance, leaving him beaming with satisfaction. "Boss, let me take you out for dinner," Alex offered eagerly. Josefina smiled gently. "Some other time, I've got something on tonight."

Alex nodded, unable to hide his excitement. "Alright."

Josefina had meant to take a bottle of medicine to Oliver. He needed to change his dressing again that evening. In her rush at noon, she had forgotten to give it to him.

Driving alone towards Oliver's office, she tried calling him, but his phone was switched off. She had just pulled up outside Oliver's building when she caught sight of him through the window, storming towards his car with a chilling indifference. His expression was grave, as if some calamity had struck.

At that moment, her phone buzzed with the tone of an incoming text message. An unfamiliar number had sent her a message. [Ms. Josefina, this is George. Do you have a moment? Please come to Oliver's house immediately. There's been a serious incident! Oliver's about to commit murder! Ms. Josefina, I beg you. Help Oliver. We can't let him become a murderer!]

Josefina's mind raced. What on earth had happened?

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didn't even glance at it. She was tailing

array of colors. A gentle breeze carried the sweet scent of

to Oliver's estate. The estate was vast, stretching as far as the

Josefina, please wait. I'll come out and

off the ignition, and was utterly baffled.

It was a half-hour

excused himself, "Sir, I need to

simply grunted an

hoverboard, and zoomed away

the house, swapped his shoes for slippers, and made his way to the living room. Sitting

dressed in a slate-gray suit. His thick eyebrows loomed over his eyes, smoldering with rage, while his voice resonated with a bone-tingling chill. "Oliver, why didn't you answer my calls!" Oliver sat down, his face calm. "My phone