Miss Josefina: Nobody's Princess

Brandon already had an idea. "Bennett, Josie did me a solid. Go get her a little something, will you?"

Bennett asked, "Sir, what sort of gift should I get?"

Brandon rarely gave out gifts. Ever since Oliver came back, Brandon's marriage with his wife, Minerva, had been on the rocks, and they'd been living apart for years. Minerva had moved abroad and hadn't returned for years. They hadn't even gotten around to filing for divorce.

Without much thought, Brandon blurted out, "Clothes, handbags, jewelry-whatever you see fit. Money's no object, so splurge on the expensive stuff."

Hadn't all his gifts to Josefina so far been along those lines? If girls like them, then buy them.

"Understood, sir. I'll have someone take care of it right away," said Bennett as he whipped out his cell phone to send out the instructions.

Keep it simple. Also, give Rowan this message: if that boy embarrasses me,

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to. It's none of your

helpless, just sat quietly as Oliver came in.

and hurled it at Oliver, shattering it to pieces on

unfazed. Surveying the broken glass, he asked coldly, "You

bottle and smashed it

in the crossfire. The shards of glass would cut deep

at Oliver. The two faced off across the

you both just calm down

and Rowan