Miss Josefina: Nobody's Princess

Chapter 89

Rowan stood to the side, his mind spinning out of control as he shouted, "Oliver, you think you're so capable, huh? You had killed your mom like that, now show us you can kill this girl too!"

Josefina was in shock! Oliver had killed his mother?

She couldn't believe it and refused to accept it as truth. Sure, Oliver was cold and ruthless, but to commit the atrocious act of matricide was unthinkable, wasn't it?

With clear eyes, Josefina watched Oliver and pulled out a necklace. "Oliver, put down the gun."

Just as she was about to hypnotize Oliver, amidst Rowan's horrified gaze, Oliver lowered his firearm. Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

Rowan shook his head in disbelief, unable to fathom the turn of events. He approached Josefina, his voice laced with venom as he demanded, "What did you do? Why is he listening to you?"

Josefina stood her ground, her presence commanding. "He's doing the right thing. Why shouldn't he listen to me?"

"Impossible! Oliver's gone off the deep end. How could he possibly heed your words? Who are you, anyway?"

Josefina stood by Oliver, her voice chilly. "You claim to be Oliver's father, yet you're the very executioner who wishes for his demise! What right do you have to question anyone or anything concerning Oliver?"

Oliver, at Josefina's side, looked shattered. His impassive demeanor resembled a statue sculpted by a master, void of emotion.

It was the first time Rowan had been challenged like this, especially by a woman, and it fueled his anger to its peak. He glanced at Josefina with a cold smirk, as if savoring the drama. "What's this? What are you to Oliver? Are you smitten with his body or after his wealth? Do you really think Oliver could truly fancy you? He's a madman, and he's mentally disturbed, did you know?"

Oliver, gripping the pistol, fixed his bloodshot eyes on Rowan with a snide chuckle. "If I'm the mad one, then what does that make you?"

Feeling Oliver's rage as she stood beside him, Josefina's stance toward Rowan grew increasingly frosty. "I think Oliver is quite fine."

Oliver's heart skipped a beat, looking at Josefina in disbelief. It was as if the icy depths of his eyes began to thaw, like spring arriving in a second from the depths of winter.

Together, Josefina and Oliver seemed the perfect match.

Oliver's gaze was fierce, with a small smile on his lips, but he appeared to be in a much better state than before.

"Rowan, I'll never hand over the company to your illegitimate son. Do you want it? Only over my dead body!"

Oliver stepped forward, towering over Rowan with a dominating presence that sent Rowan's rage soaring.

"Oliver, it would be so simple for me to want you dead!"

"Oh, would it?"

Oliver's eyes lifted in defiance, his daunting aura sending chills. With a scoff, he taunted, "Then why haven't you killed me yet?"

Stumped by Oliver, Rowan's complexion turned even more sour.

A piercing pain shot through his left hand, and Rowan glared at Oliver, powerless to touch him. "Oliver, you're just the CEO because of Brandon. You always lean on him! What do you have without him?"

A reckless laugh escaped Oliver as he looked toward Josefina, his voice filled with pride. "I've got a woman I can count on." With a sideways glance and a brow raised in triumph, Oliver couldn't hide his glee.

Josefina let out a snort of laughter, witnessing—for the first time—someone boast about being kept with such pride.

Was Oliver proud to be a kept man?

Pointing at Oliver, Rowan seethed, "You're beyond hope!"