The camera zoomed in on Oliver lounging on the couch, his eyes brimming with an indulgent smile. His breath hitched when he caught sight of Josefina, fresh from her bath. His gaze lingered on her face, unable to shift away for the longest time.

"Oliver, what's up?"

Josefina glanced down at her pajamas, modest and unrevealing. What was he staring at so intently?

Oliver was still clad in his crisp white shirt, sporting silver-rimmed glasses. The usual chill in his demeanor was absent, replaced by a roguish charm. His narrow eyes stayed fixed on Josefina through the screen. His lips curved into a smirk, his voice a sultry drawl, "Still busy?"

"Getting ready for bed."

Oliver's eyes danced over her innocent face, and he smirked, "Really?"

Goodnight." Josefina ended the call. She opened her sketchbook and continued

menace, "George, first thing tomorrow, I don't want Ava to hold the title of designer or to be employed by

his feet. Earning money was tough. At this ungodly hour, he might as

Ava was gleefully counting the latest transfer into her bank account. "Five million in the bag. Who needs to work for

total chaos by now, and don't believe Alex can come

grunted, "Take your

of here first thing in

reassured and hung up. Ava's heart swelled with joy, dreaming of her fortune until

morning, as she prepared to leave with her suitcase, she was greeted by public officials at her door.

She had her ticket booked.

a setup!" Ava resisted going

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