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?"

Josefina ended the call. She

I don't want Ava to hold the title of designer or to be employed

up, George was run off his feet. Earning money was tough. At this ungodly hour,

counting the latest transfer into her bank account. "Five million in the bag. Who needs to work for that little run-down joint Billy runs? I'm resigning right now." Ava basked in her delightful dreams

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 other end grunted, "Take your money and keep

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

hung up. Ava's heart swelled with joy, dreaming of

morning, as she prepared to leave with her suitcase, she was greeted by public officials at her door. "Ava, you're under suspicion of tax evasion. Please

upside down. She had her ticket booked. How could the

Ava resisted