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.Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

Sensing Josefina's intention, Oliver spoke up, "Mr. Garrett, Mrs. Hattie, it's getting late. I should be heading out."

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?"

Oliver took several steps back, putting a safe distance between them, as if fearing she might leap at him.

Stung by 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 Oliver's agility.

As Lena pounced, Oliver was already sidestepping with a sprinter's speed. All Lena managed to grasp was the hem of Oliver's suit jacket.

Even that fleeting touch prompted Oliver to strip off the jacket and toss it aside without a second thought.

Ryan, who happened to pass by, stood frozen at the scene.

That's a suit worth hundreds of thousands! Was it discarded just like that? What a waste!

At that moment, Ryan wished he had taken a different route, spared from witnessing the debacle. Such a headache.

Oliver glared down at Lena, who had fallen flat on her face, his eyes radiating dark fury, "If it weren't for the respect I have for the Harrison family, Lena, you wouldn't be so lucky."

Lena struggled to lift her head from the ground, her eyes welling with tears, her heart a tumult of indignation.

She had barely touched his suit, and for such a trivial contact, Oliver had thrown it on the ground?

Lena felt as if her heart had been broken. She crawled up from the ground, staring pitifully at Oliver. "Oliver, I just want to talk to you for a moment."

Oliver's expression remained frosty, "I barely know you, and we have nothing to discuss. You think you can trick me into a misunderstanding with Josie? Not happening."

Oliver looked upward, though he

couldn't see the room where Josefina resided. Hopefully, Josefina couldn't see him either. He let out a shallow sigh of relief,. turned, and barked, "Lena, stay out of my sight from now on."

Just as Ryan was about to move on, Oliver called out, "Ryan, take this suit and burn it. Toss it in the dumpster. Don't let Lena get her hands on it. It could jeopardize my relationship with Josie."

Annika, quick as lightning, dashed over, pulling plastic bag from her pocket and carefully bundling up Oliver's suit. "Mr. Oliver, leave such trifles to me. As Ms. Josefina's personal aide, I'm the best person to handle this. You can count on me to Keep it from falling into the wrong hands."

Ryan barely suppressed a chuckle. Annika knew how to twist the knife.