Miss Josefina: Nobody's Princess novel Chapter 1215

Brandon’s answer threw everyone for a loop. No one saw it coming.

Cole almost lost it, his emotions slipping through before he caught himself. How could Brandon refuse such a perfect business opportunity? Wilder didn’t get it either. This was Brandon’s own son—his flesh and blood, who’d only just come back into his life. Wasn’t helping your kid out part of the deal?

Cole felt a bitter pang but forced himself to keep it hidden in front of Brandon. “Dad, I just wanted to prove to you that this deal is a sure thing. We can’t lose.”

Brandon gave him a patient smile. “Cole, I know you mean well, and I appreciate it. But I’m getting older, son. I’m really not interested in business anymore. I just want to spend my days gardening, playing with the dog, and enjoying some peace.”

Cole’s smile was tight. “Sorry, Dad. I wasn’t thinking. I just wanted the best for the family and forgot that you deserve to relax now.”

Just then, Cole saw Rowan walk in, and a new idea popped into his head. He stood up to greet him. “Dorian, I’ve got a business proposal—want to team up with me?”

Rowan blinked, confused. Wasn’t this supposed to be dinner? Why was business suddenly on the table? And with family, no less?

The truth was, business had always been Rowan’s Achilles’ heel. He obsessed over every opportunity, but none of his ventures ever worked out—money gone, nothing to show for it. Brandon had given up hope on him long ago.

But then Oliver was born and grew up, and everything changed. Oliver had a mind for business from the start—sharp, quick, with a memory that never missed a detail. Brandon’s pride in his grandson was obvious. If the son couldn’t cut it, at least the grandson could.

Because of that, Brandon still treated Rowan with a little dignity, even if it stung.

Brandon’s eyes softened at the mention of his grandson. “Oliver’s always been the smart one. When Cole ran away and Rowan let me down, if Oliver hadn’t stepped up, I’d have rather donated the company than leave it to Rowan!”

Rowan winced. How did this family dinner turn into a roast session about him? He shot Cole a look—thanks a lot, little brother. Who brings up business at a family dinner, anyway?

Rowan cleared his throat, trying to change the subject. “Let’s not talk work tonight. This is a family dinner. Josie and Oliver should be here soon, and young people don’t want to hear us drone on about business.”

At the mention of Josie, Brandon’s whole face lit up as he glanced toward the entryway, wondering if his granddaughter-in-law had arrived yet.

“Bennett, go outside and meet Josie, will you? It’s chilly tonight—tell the kitchen to whip up something warm to drink. Girls always love a good cup of something hot.”