Miss Josefina: Nobody's Princess

Just as Lena arrived outside the living room, she overheard Oliver sitting beside Josefina, engaging in lively conversation with Garrett. Josefina, phone in hand, glanced at a text message that demanded her attention.

Sensing Josefina's intention, Oliver spoke up, "Mr. Garrett, Mrs. Hattie, it's getting late. I should be heading out." sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FɪndNovᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

He stood up, with Hattie and Garrett rising to see him off as well.

"There's no need for a fuss. I can see myself out. You guys should get some rest," Oliver said with a modest grace.

Josefina waved with a smile, "Bye."

The sight of the darling little girl left Oliver's eyes twinkling with mirth. "Bye-bye." His voice held a fond indulgence as he spoke.

Exiting, Oliver's shadow stretched long under the streetlights. Lena hurried to keep pace, her voice soft but insistent, "Oliver, wait up."

Oliver quickened his steps as if Lena were some natural disaster he was desperate to escape.

Frustrated to her core, Lena summoned all her strength and sprinted ahead, finally blocking his path with eyes brimming with emotion. "Oliver, are you really that averse to talking to me? I haven't done anything wrong. Why won't you even listen to me?"

a safe distance between them, as if fearing

the rejection, Lena's anger flared. She was determined to make contact, despite his resistance. Throwing caution to the wind, Lena lunged at him, attempting to tackle Oliver to the ground. However, she quickly realized she had underestimated

already sidestepping with a sprinter's speed. All Lena managed to grasp was the hem of

Oliver to strip off the jacket

who happened to pass by, stood

hundreds of thousands! Was it discarded just like

had taken a different route, spared from

radiating dark fury, "If it weren't for the respect I have for the Harrison family,

struggled to lift her head from the ground, her eyes welling with

barely touched his suit, and for such a trivial contact, Oliver had thrown it

up from the ground, staring pitifully at Oliver. "Oliver, I just want to talk to you for

have nothing to discuss. You think you

He let out a shallow sigh of relief, turned, and barked, "Lena, stay out of my sight

"Ryan, take this suit and burn it. Toss it in the dumpster. Don't let

from her pocket and carefully bundling up Oliver's suit. "Mr. Oliver, leave such trifles to me. As Ms. Josefina's

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