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."

he'd stepped on a landmine, hastily explaining, "It's not that I know Ms. Josefina personally. I'm just calling it as I see it. She's working over the summer break and is clearly looking to earn some cash. Even the generous allowance from the Harrisons isn't denting

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

be interested in

business that could collaborate with Josie's company. Whatever kind of

Oliver's way

freshly acquired this month. We could facilitate a partnership with Ms. Josefina. We'll take the bare minimum profit to keep things ticking over. All the earnings can go to Ms.

"What?

Oliver, if you're broke, then the world's fresh

won't make a dime. Any

money, and Oliver was set on finding inventive ways to spoil

was envious, wishing that in his next life, he could be a woman, one just like

to deal with some business. Her mentor had gifted her a piece of real estate, and she was there

out and immediately stumbled into a

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