The camera zoomed in on Oliver lounging on the couch, his eyes brimming with an indulgent smile. His breath hitched when he caught sight of Josefina, fresh from her bath. His gaze lingered on her face, unable to shift away for the longest time.
"Oliver, what’s up?"
Josefina glanced down at her pajamas, modest and unrevealing. What was he staring at so intently?
Oliver was still clad in his crisp white shirt, sporting silver-rimmed glasses. The usual chill in his demeanor was absent, replaced by a roguish charm. His narrow eyes stayed fixed on Josefina through the screen. His lips curved into a smirk, his voice a sultry drawl, "Still busy?"
"Getting ready for bed."
Oliver's eyes danced over her innocent face, and he smirked, "Really?"
"Really, Oliver. Goodnight." Josefina ended the call. She opened her sketchbook and continued to draw.
Meanwhile, Oliver grabbed his phone, his dark eyes glinting with menace, "George, first thing tomorrow, I don't want Ava to hold the title of designer or to be employed by any company."
"Right away, Sir."
After hanging up, George was run off his feet. Earning money was tough. At this ungodly hour, he might as well drop dead.
At the same moment, Ava was gleefully counting the latest transfer into her bank account. "Five million in the bag. Who needs to work for that little run-down joint Billy runs? I'm resigning right now." Ava basked in her delightful dreams of a carefree life.
Her phone rang with an unknown number, and Ava's excitement skyrocketed as if she'd seen the god of fortune, "Hello, I've done everything you asked. Josefina's company must be in total chaos by now, and I don't believe Alex can come up with the designs so quickly. Without any other designers, they're heading straight for bankruptcy. Unless they have a master like Anya. Only she could whip up twenty designs overnight."
The person on the other end grunted, "Take your money and keep your mouth shut."
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