Miss Josefina: Nobody's Princess

Early the next morning, Rowan awoke to a guard's voice at the door, informing him that the villa was surrounded and no one was getting out.

With a slap on the table, Rowan stood up, his injured hand bleeding anew. "Insolence! That ungrateful brat tried to imprison me! What is he thinking?"

Sydney tried to soothe him, "Rowan, try to calm down. Your hand is bleeding again."

She shouted, "Get the driver to ready the car. Can't you see his hand bleeding? We need to get him to the hospital, pronto."

Before she could finish, a doctor with a medical kit entered from outside. "I'm a physician, and I can help treat the wound." Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the Find ɴøᴠel.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Rowan snorted, "And just who the hell are you?"

The doctor replied, "As I said, I'm a doctor. Unless you want your hand to be ruined, let me bandage it."

"If you don't want to die, stay put. If you're itching for a death wish, try

bloodied finger at Oliver. "Oliver, I am your father! How dare

to show who calls the shots in the

met; one cold and

standing aside, was frantic, "Oliver, for heaven's sake, he's your dad. Can't you sit down and talk

gaze intense and dark as he stared at her. "And what

your father. Aren't you

for words,

at Oliver but was effortlessly caught and shoved aside. George, ever the attentive assistant, offered a wet wipe, which Oliver took and used to clean

"Oliver, your father and I married after your mother passed away. Your hostility towards me is

she were an inanimate object, his face dark as a storm cloud. His cold voice sounded, "You think marrying after my mother's death washes away the fact you were the other woman? Who the hell are you to speak of my

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