Miss Josefina: Nobody's Princess

Chapter 45

Lena sauntered over with a friendly smile and took a seat next to Hattie, casting a concerned glance at Josefina. "Josie, you alright? I'm a doctor, so feel free to let me know if there's any discomfort."

"Thanks, I'm feeling quite alright now," Josefina responded with a gentle smile, even as her phone kept buzzing incessantly, vibrating with a persistence that demanded attention. She promptly dismissed the call and shot off a quick text. Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

"I'm feeling a bit worn out, need to catch some Z's. I'm gonna head up," Josefina finally declared.

Hattie stood up, taking charge of Josefina's wheelchair. "Let me wheel you up."

Josefina, however, decided to address Oliver directly, "Oliver, see you around."

Oliver's grin was broad, "Till next time."

As Oliver watched Josefina disappear into the elevator, he bid farewell to Garrett without sparing Lena a glance.

Throughout the drive, Oliver was enveloped by a chilling silence that seemed to forbid any warmth. He whipped out his phone, his voice cold as ice, "What's the progress?"

Asher's reply was tinged with anxiety, "We've hit a dead end."

Oliver's frown was laced with displeasure, "Keep digging."

"Will do."

With the call ended, Oliver's icy stare was enough to freeze the air, making the driver too afraid to even breathe.

...

Once back in her room, Josefina bolted the door and returned Luke's call.

"Boss, Oliver's on the case too, but he's hit the same wall we have. We've got squat," Luke confessed, burdened by guilt.

"It's okay, they haven't succeeded, so they'll definitely plan another hit. You guys just focus on your stuff," Josefina consoled him.

Luke's guilt only deepened with Josefina's reassurance. He felt useless, unable to expose the mastermind despite the second chance at life she had given him.

Recalling something critical, Luke added, "We've got a new order at the tech company. It's from Oliver's firm. They want you to set up a firewall for them."

"Does Oliver's company really need to outsource this? Don't they have their own IT department?" Josefina was utterly baffled.

Luke explained, "Their firewall's been breached. Some hacker's after their top-secret data. Last night, Oliver's IT team pulled an all-nighter in a battle of wits with the hacker, narrowly clinching a win."

Josefina's cybersecurity firm was renowned for its robust firewalls. Considering Oliver had once saved her life, she felt inclined to help, but business was business.

"Tell them I'll be there Saturday, 3 PM sharp. I don't work with an audience. Their IT staff needs to clear out."

"You got it. Your terms will be relayed," Luke assured her.

After hanging up, Josefina stood up and wandered for a bit. The wheelchair beside her was starting to feel like a nuisance. She settled down at her computer to sort out some business, then lay down

for a brief rest.

...

Oliver was in his office, staring at his computer screen, which was playing a clip of Josefina doling out a beatdown—graceful yet fierce.

George was agape, watching the fluid martial arts display, quick, precise, and brutal. Josefina's foot connected with a man's most vulnerable spot, causing George to reflexively protect his own penis.

One look from Oliver and George awkwardly scratched his head. "Sir, I get the heebie-jeebies just watching it. Ms. Josefina is so capable, why is she hiding talents?"

Oliver shot him a warning look. "Don't ask questions you shouldn't."

George nodded vigorously, "You're absolutely right, sir. I'll mind my own business."

Pleased with his quick compliance, Oliver finally nodded. "Now tell me, how did these guys end up with black eyes and swollen faces?"