Miss Josefina: Nobody's Princess

Josefina watched Oliver sitting in the driver's seat behind the car. Beneath his arched eyebrows were his sharp eyes and a high nose bridge. His lips, usually a thin, tight line, curved into a genuine smile when

he caught sight of her.

"What are you doing here?" Josefina asked, a hint of curiosity in her voice.

"Should I be somewhere else if not in my car?" Oliver retorted with a playful smirk.

Oliver stepped out, took Josefina's wrist gently, and ushered her into the seat beside him. He turned to her, tenderly brushing a stray lock of hair from her forehead.

He had heard that Josefina left the VIP lounge at Gourmet Galaxy and had followed her out, intending to take her away. Unexpectedly, just as the driver pulled up, he witnessed Josefina, her face a mask of cool detachment, making her exit.

Oliver's gaze shifted to the mother and daughter standing at the entrance of Gourmet Galaxy, a fleeting shadow of malice crossing his eyes.

Josefina was in a foul mood, and the last thing she wanted was to return home, weighed down by exhaustion. "Oliver, do you drink? Let me buy you a drink," she offered.

"Sure."

and Ruby chased after it,

believe her eyes. "Josefina got into a Maybach, that car's

always flirting around, that little slut has her ways." "Mom, didn't you say

somewhat embarrassed, her agitation at seeing Josefina had distracted

the weak family ties to persuade her

raised her for all those years, and she dares to

astonished at

not sure how important it is to

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took the wooden piece out of her bag and handed it to Ruby, who examined it closely but couldn't decipher its significance. The token, with no names

We'll think of something. Later, I'll also

you're the obedient and understanding one,

silently, accompanying