Miss Josefina: Nobody's Princess

Oliver sat in his car, parked along the curb outside the towering glass facade of Josie Corporation.

George entered the vehicle, a sheepish expression on his face. "Mr. Oliver, Ms. Josefina left work quite some time ago. In fact, I heard she clocked out an hour early today."

A grin spread across Oliver's face, sending a shiver down George's spine. From the driver's seat, he spoke with caution, "Mr. Oliver, Ms. Josefina's a delicate flower, easily spooked, you know. She probably just got shy. Don't worry, tomorrow you'll be back to being the closest of sweethearts." sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ Find_Nøvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Leaning back, Oliver gazed through the sunroof at the starry sky, his brow furrowing.

"George, given your take on Josie, what do you reckon she's into?"

George blurted out without thinking, "Money."

Oliver raised an eyebrow. "Oh? You seem to know quite a bit about my Josie."

Ms. Josefina personally. I'm just calling it as I see it. She's working over the summer break

Oliver mused, "Josie likes money, then I'll just

Ms. Josefina wouldn't be interested in a

collaborate with Josie's company.

respond. Was this Oliver's way

couple of fashion outlets under our wing, freshly acquired this month. We could facilitate a partnership with Ms. Josefina. We'll take the bare minimum

in displeasure. "What?

was strangled and awkward. "Mr. Oliver, if you're broke, then the world's fresh

Josie won't make a dime. Any expenses can be drawn from

had a fondness for money, and Oliver was set on finding

that in his next life, he could be a woman, one just like Ms. Josefina. If he were Josefina, he'd be on

mentor had gifted her a piece of real estate, and

out and immediately

bravado of having backup, the blond-haired punk strutted up. "That's her, the one who beat us up. Boss, you gotta avenge