Miss Josefina: Nobody's Princess

Lena's heart twisted with discomfort, but she couldn't just bail out and appear antisocial. So, she stayed, fuming silently as Hattie chattered away.

Garrett, too, lauded Josefina's actions. "Josie, knowing that the Harrison family's business will someday be in your hands brings me immense peace of mind."

Josefina smiled and replied, "Thanks for the praise, Mom and Dad, but Annika was the one who spotted the issue. And it's because Regina was squeezing the staff so hard that they were grumbling under their breath and too scared to report her."

Lena probably squashed any attempts to blow the whistle on Regina. Josefina's gaze drifted towards Lena, who, feeling the attention, forced an ungainly smile. "Josie, you're so impressive. I've got to learn from you how to help Mom and Dad out of a tight spot."

Josefina didn't pick up the conversational baton. She didn't buy Lena's ignorance of Regina's embezzlement for a second. With Regina kicked to the curb, Lena must be reeling, right? Clipping Lena's wings was sweet-now let's see what tricks she can pull in the Harrison family.

While Josefina pondered the situation, a cup of water appeared before her. "Have some water." Oliver offered, ever so considerate.

After a sip, Josefina asked, "Why haven't you left yet?"

you might be bullied,"

skipped a beat, but she laughed it

his words. Who in the world could bully Josefina? If

paid no mind to Lena's mood. As it was getting late, she suggested Oliver head back. Obedient as always, Oliver

They reached the doorstep when Oliver suddenly

to push Oliver away. "You're hugging too tightly-I

still smoldering with

teased, "What are you, a child that needs coddling to

close, and planted a swift

Lena's furious glare. Step by step, Josefina approached her, her eyes piercing. "Lena, you don't really like Oliver, do you?" Lena's expression turned frantic, as if a secret had been unearthed. "What are you talking about? Josefina, since you've returned, not only did you

speak his name, it doesn't change the fact that you don't like Oliver. Every time you look at him, the affection doesn't reach your eyes. You don't really like him." Lena roared back, "Shut up! I like Oliver, he's the one I

the way you look at Oliver. Your gazes lack the depth of true love. Lena,

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