Miss Josefina: Nobody's Princess novel 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.

"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.

...

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?"