Miss Josefina: Nobody's Princess

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

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

run off his feet. Earning money was

into her bank account. "Five million in the bag. Who needs to work for that little run-down joint Billy

skyrocketed as if she'd seen the god of fortune, "Hello, I've done everything you asked. Josefina's company must be in total chaos by now, and don't believe Alex can come up with the designs so quickly. Without any other designers, they're heading straight for bankruptcy. Unless they have a master

the other end grunted, "Take your money and keep your mouth

out of here first thing in the morning, and no one will be able to

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

with her suitcase, she was greeted by public officials at her door. "Ava, you're under suspicion of tax evasion.

She had her ticket booked. How could the

setup!" Ava