Miss Josefina: Nobody's Princess

Josie had no choice but to join Oliver for lunch.

The sweltering heat was a merciful companion, ensuring their meal stayed warm.

Oliver sat across from her, eating his rice and vegetables with an effortless, almost mesmerizing grace.

Josie's thoughts wandered to Oliver's familiar mannerisms, a sense of déjà vu washing over her. Had they met before, only for her to have forgotten?

"Josie, if you don't feel like eating and just want to watch me, feel free to continue," Oliver said, placing his cutlery down and offering her a smile that was thick with amusement.

Lifting her own fork, Josie's smile grew, but it was one of resignation rather than joy. "I've got things to do, so I should get going," she said, making a hasty exit before Oliver had the chance to pin her down for a kiss that she wasn't sure she could refuse.

When Shay arrived at Oliver's company looking for him, she caught snippets of the receptionist's conversation.

"I heard she's a miss from the Harrison family."

"A billionaire's daughter? Seems like a good match. Plus, Ms. Harrison is stunning-I'm smitten just looking at her."

"Oliver is so good to her. He even came to the lobby to greet her personally."

Shay's brows knitted together as she moved forward, only to be stopped by the receptionist.

"My name is Shay, and I'm Oliver's sister. Do I really need an appointment to see him?" Shay was clearly annoyed. She was Oliver's sister, not just some ordinary visitor.

The receptionist replied sternly, "Everyone needs to schedule an appointment to see Mr. Oliver."

Right in front of the receptionist, Shay rang George. In no time at all, he appeared. They stepped aside to talk, and Shay watched George with feigned cheerfulness. "George, I really want to see my brother." "I'm sorry, Miss Shay. Oliver is taking a lunch break, and it's not a good time," George replied.

Shay's face soured. "I can't even see my brother? How come the receptionist mentioned he's meeting with Ms. Harrison? He can see Ms. Lena, but not me?"

George, initially confused by the mention of "Ms. Harrison," quickly realized the receptionist was actually referring to Ms. Josefina.

"Oliver sees who he wants when he wants. Miss Shay, you should go back," George explained.

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Shay's eyes turned pitiful as she tugged at George's sleeve. "George, please tell my brother to let me in,, okay? I've just come back from abroad and brought him a gift. Plus, I really need to talk to him about our parents. Keeping them locked away isn't right, you know."

George's expression darkened. "Miss Shay, perhaps you should consider staying abroad. That woman is your mother, hot Oliver's. Why should he care? George stood firmly with Oliver and was not about to be

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With those harsh words, George walked away, leaving Shay stunned and anxious. She just wanted to see her brother, yet it seemed like an impossible task.

At that moment, the receptionist approached with a frown. "Miss, please leave promptly. If you don't, I'll have to call security to escort you out."

Shay shot the receptionist a cold glance, sending a shiver down her spine. As Shay walked away from the building, she resolved to find another way to meet with Oliver. No matter how difficult, she wouldn't give up that easily.