Chapter 153


    Oliver remained seated in the car. Brandon’s voice reached Josefina’s ears. They exchanged a


    nce, and without stepping out of the vehicle, Oliver inquired, “What’s the deal?”


    “Today, folks from the Antonio n showed up on my doorstep, but I didn’t entertain them. I’ve


    already informed them that your engagement to their family is off. It was something I’ve discussed


    with Bailey before. But now, Billy hase swaggering to our neighborhood gates with his darling


    daughter in tow. I recall Josie being their adopted girl, so you’d better sort this mess out, pronto.”


    Oliver frowned, “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of it myself.”


    “You better do it quick. What if Josie finds out they’re here? That girl’s pure and kindhearted. What if


    they guilt-trip her into something?”


    Oliver’s lips curved into a smirk. “Yes, Josie’s an angel. I’ll make sure to have a heart-to-heart with


    her.”


    “Alright, go find Josie then.”


    Brandon hung up, and Oliver’s gaze fell on Josefina.


    “I’ve gotta head back to the office,” Josefina said, reaching for the car door.


    Oliver caught her hand, pulling her back as he gazed at her intensely. “Josie, you’re the only one for


    me.”


    Josefina’s cheeks flushed crimson. She was eager to escape. She hadn’t encountered a real


    smooth talker like Oliver before, .


    “I’ve got work. I need to go,” she said, pulling her hand free.Content from N?velDr(a)ma.Org.


    “I’ll sort out the Antonio situation. There’s no way I’m entering any marriage pact with them,” Oliver


    assured her.


    As Josefina made to leave, Oliver caught her hand again. “You gotta toss me the keys. How else


    am I supposed to get back?”


    Josefina had nearly forgotten that Oliver’s driver had gone to deal with the Antonio family, and the


    car was left behind.


    Handing over the keys, she bolted. She sped away as if the devil himself was on her heels.


    Holding Josefina’s car keys, Oliver headed back to the office and sent George on an errand.


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    When Billy returned home with his family, the sight of George lounging on the sofa with bodyguards


    in tow left him gobsmacked.


    “Who are you? Why are you making yourself at home on our couch! And how did you get in?” Billy’s


    anger finally found an outlet.


    “I’m Mr. Oliver’s secretary,” George dered.


    At that sentence, Billy’s rising temper was forcibly swallowed back down. Grinning sheepishly, Billy


    approached, offering George a cigarette, which was declined.


    “Mr. Billy, I’m here to let you know one thing. Mr. Oliver and your family’s supposed marriage


    agreement was nullified by Bailey himself, who believed in letting the kids choose their own


    partners. What’s this? You rushing to the Baldwin residence as if you’ve got a death wish?”


    Lauren retorted with irritation, “Promises made by the elders must be upheld by the younger


    generation!”


    “Is that your one-sidedmitment?” George countered.


    Rising from the sofa, George, having shadowed Oliver for years, carried a hint of Oliver’s own


    intimidating presence.


    “Billy, Mr. Oliver sent me with a message for you. If you don’t fancy being booted from Westwood,


    keep a low profile and swallow that engagement talk. Otherwise, start packing to leave Westwood!”


    The bodyguards behind George red at the family of three with clear warning. They all knew the


    lengths to which Oliver could go. After all, Oliver wouldn’t have be the heir of the Baldwin


    empire, if he hadn’t been capable of it.