Miss Josefina: Nobody's Princess novel Chapter 1127

Josefina sat in the car, peeled off her down jacket, and took a sip of the juice Oliver handed her.

"Josie, I've got to work late tonight, so dinner's a no-go for me. Let me drop you home first," Oliver said, ruffling her hair with an apologetic smile.

"I'm not really hungry. How about I stick around and keep you company?"

"Josie, I don’t want you to feel obligated. You should just head home and get some dinner."

Josefina fixed her eyes on Oliver, playfully. "You're not hiding a secret mistress in the office, are you? Afraid I'll catch you in the act?"

Oliver chuckled, half-amused and half-exasperated. "What are you talking about? One amazing woman like you is more than enough for me."

With that, Oliver drove Josefina back to the office.

When they arrived, George, the office handyman, popped over with a big bag of snacks.

"Ma'am, Mr. Oliver asked me to grab these for you."

"Thanks, George."

Josefina took the snacks, and Oliver held her hand as they headed into his office.

"Josie, help yourself to some snacks. I've got a meeting, but I'll be back in about an hour, then we can head home."

"Don't worry about me. Just get your stuff done."

Josefina settled into a chair and opened up a bag of potato chips, enjoying a crunchy bite. The office was quiet, the cool-toned decor adding a certain chill to the air.

She leaned back in Oliver’s desk chair, feeling at ease. But suddenly, the computer screen flickered.

Startled, she sat up quickly, her fingers flying over the keyboard. Someone was trying to hack into Oliver’s computer!

Josefina’s hands danced over the keys, engaging in a cyber duel with the intruder. In the midst of this, she shot a message to Luke.

"Log on, I need backup to trace this hacker!"

"Boss, I’m on it right now."

"Why would Hacker K help our company?"

"Don’t be silly. It's not the company they're helping; it's Mr. Oliver!"

"I think I’ve stumbled upon something big. Hacker K is a woman? I thought the rumors said it was a middle-aged, balding man!"

Silence fell over the room. The image of the suave Mr. Oliver contrasted with the supposed greasy, bald man was too much to process.

Rhody said, "I’m going to Mr. Oliver’s office to report this. Wait for my update."

Rhody rubbed his hands together, excited. He was a huge fan of K—a legend he aspired to emulate. So eager, he attempted to walk with both his left and right foot at the same time and ended up stumbling to the floor.

His colleagues just stood there, bemused. "Really, Rhody?"

This was beyond nerves—this was downright hilarious!

"Rhody, if you’re that nervous, maybe I should go to Mr. Oliver’s office instead," another colleague suggested.