Miss Josefina: Nobody's Princess

Lena was laid out flat, a picture of misery as she suffered through a bout of violent retching and relentless diarrhea.

She was propped up in bed, her complexion a ghostly pale, and she looked every bit the invalid. Her phone buzzed, and with a monumental effort, she answered the call.

"I had someone drop off some meds for you. How are you feeling after taking them?"

Lena's voice was feeble as she responded, "I can't stop throwing up. It's like I'm spewing bile."

"The medicine you gave Dorian clashed with the medicine in your body, which caused you to feel so bad. I asked you to drug Dorian, so how did it end up like this? Why did you still drink the soup?" There was an edge of accusation and anger in the voice on the other end. If it weren't for Lena's usefulness, the caller would have unleashed a full tirade on her by now.This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

"It wasn't my fault," Lena croaked weakly. "It's Josefina. She acted as if she knew about the drugs in the soup, forbidding Dorian from drinking it and forcing me to take a sip."

At the mention of Josefina, Lena's heart seethed with resentment.

"Josefina again? How does she always know what you're up to? Lena, you're getting sloppy."

"It's not my fault, honest. It's like Josefina has some sort of sixth sense or something," Lena said helplessly.

The topic shifted to Josefina's multiple identities. "She's got layers upon layers. I've heard she's tangled up with the House of Adams, and she's also the designer Anya. I seriously doubt that's all there is to her. What did your guys find out? Is Josefina really the legitimate daughter of the Harrison family? How could that little village be a hiding place for someone like her, where she could pick up all these skills?" "We've had people on it, and they can't dig up anything conclusive."

This only added to the mystery. How could a woman from a quaint village possess such diverse talents? Without some master guiding her, Josefina couldn't possibly be so adept in every art. "The lack of clues means something's off. Josefina is a tough nut to crack. Lay low for now, and we'll reassess the situation in a couple of days." "Understood." Lena's voice was drained of energy.

Meanwhile, Josefina had dispatched another team to track down Livia, hoping for a swift resolution.

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Josefina was in a somber mood, swinging gently on a porch swing. As she gazed at the moon's silvery glow, her eyes were pools of sorrow.

The soft sound of footsteps broke the silence, putting Josefina on alert. A shadow approached, and Josefina Swift

took cover behind a nearby

oak.

As the figure drew near, Josefina launched a kick. Her leg was caught, and she was taken aback.

"Josie, are you trying to off your own man?"

Josefina was flabbergasted. Oliver?

"What brings you to our place at the witching hour?"

Josefina tried to retract her leg, but Oliver held fast. "Oliver, let go of my leg," she hissed, fearing a wardrobe malfunction.

Oliver glanced down at Josefina's long, shapely legs bathed in moonlight. Heat rose in his eyes, but he gently set her leg down. "What are you doing here?"

Oliver stepped closer, wrapping an arm around Josefina's waist and drawing her onto his lap. "I missed you, wanted to check on you."

"Oliver, you're too casual. It's past midnight. I thought we had a

burglar." Josefina squirmed.

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But Oliver held her close, his gaze burning with intensity. "Shall we go to your room?"

"Oliver, I'm serious."

With a soft chuckle, Oliver relented. "I'm just teasing. I'm here purely to see you. Looking from where I stay, I noticed your window hasn't been lit. I was worried, so I came to check on yout."