Miss Josefina: Nobody's Princess

Josefina hit redial on her phone, and Luke's anxious voice crackled through the speaker. "Boss, big client alert!"

Josefina raised an eyebrow. "Which client?"

"The one who dropped a fortune on your self-portrait last time. Well, he's back for more."

Josefina let out a sigh. A self-portrait, again?

"Luke, tell this guy I'm swamped. I have no time for brushwork."

"Are you turning down cash? Since when were you not in it for the green?"

Luke caught on quick. Josefina was notorious for her money-making hustle. If she was passing up this payday, something was up. He whispered, "What's the deal? Is the art collector your nemesis or something?"

"You're overthinking it."

you, you've been the cash queen. No job is too big, and no fee is too small. What's

cradling a glass of juice, and replied with slight irritation,

not Oliver,

paused. Busted. He guessed

you. Can't say he doesn't have taste. You're top-notch, and him

her eyes. "You're too chatty. I've got stuff to do. Later." She ended the call and buried herself in her

rest eluding her. Her phone

since Josefina got back,

end sent shivers down Lena's spine. Her teeth chattered uncontrollably, betraying her unrest. "It's like Josefina's onto every plan. My horse went berserk, which was probably her doing. She touched it,

What is she, some

her return, nothing's gone right. And today, I

He hadn't expected his schemes to unravel so suddenly. "Stay your hand for now. I'll have someone look into

she'd botch his plans and meet a

to the Harrison family for a reason. Serve well," he reminded her. Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FindNøvᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters