Miss Josefina: Nobody's Princess novel Chapter 1193

The hallway was eerily silent, like the calm before a storm, giving Brett and Old Wang the liberating feeling of stepping into freedom. It was like a breath of fresh air as they made their way toward the elevator.

Just as they reached the elevator doors, they spotted Luke and Livia struggling with a massive cardboard box. The sight made Brett and Old Wang instinctively step back.

Livia's voice echoed down the hall. "Come on, Luke! You're lifting like a wimp! Being stuck with you is like a string of bad luck!"

Luke kept his mouth shut, his face a mask of frustration.

But Livia wasn't finished. "Any other guy would be better than you! You're useless, just a pretty face! What good are you?"

Fed up, Luke dropped the box with a thud. "Fine! If that's how you feel, let's just get a divorce!"

Brett and Old Wang exchanged relieved glances, dodged the drama, and slipped into the elevator.

In another room, a group of men pressed their ears to the door, trying to catch every word of the argument outside.

BAM!

Someone kicked the door, making the men inside jump. They could hear Livia's voice, raw with emotion, from the other side.

"Why is my life so miserable? You dog! I want a divorce!"

"Fine by me! Who's afraid of who? I've been wanting to move on anyway. Have you looked in the mirror lately? You look like you’ve been through the wringer, and I'm sick of it!"

The men inside started to relax, realizing it was just another domestic squabble.

Luke shouted, "Put down whatever you're holding. Don't throw things around."

Livia screamed back, "I'll smash you, you jerk!"

There was a cacophony of noise as something was thrown against the door, making it rattle. The men inside were annoyed but not about to step into that crossfire.

"Let's just head back to our rooms and grab some earplugs. Not our circus, not our monkeys," one of them suggested, and the others nodded, heading off to find some peace.

Suddenly, there was a loud crash. The door burst open, and a swarm of people stormed in, each man finding himself staring down the barrel of a gun. Behind each gun was a serious-looking officer, making sure no one moved an inch.

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