Miss Josefina: Nobody's Princess

Chapter 370

Two figures stood face to face, both on high alert. The masked Oliver demanded in a chilly tone, "Who are you?"

Josefina, also concealed behind a mask, altered her voice to resemble that of a world-weary elderly woman. "Have you been detaining people from the auction on your island?"

Oliver frowned, denying the accusation, "Demon's Isle is all about legitimate business. Anyone attending the auction is escorted off the island. We don't imprison people without cause."

"That means you probably have." Josefina shot back.

"There are no strangers from the auction here on the island," Oliver maintained.

Josefina wasn't convinced, but after searching for quite some time and finding not a shred of evidence, she began to doubt if Livia was even on Demon's Isle. Could she have left? Maybe she was injured or unconscious? Various possibilities ran through her mind as to why Livia hadn't returned.

While Josefina was deep in thought, Oliver said, "You sneak into my room and then rummage around Demon's Isle for half a day just to find one person?"

Josefina was taken aback. “You knew I went to your room? Then why did you let me go?" she asked coldly.

Disguised, Josefina's figure was altered, her hair and voice unrecognizable. No one could associate her with her true identity.

altered, preventing anyone from connecting him

each other's identities, watched each

on Demon's Isle or the extent of her search. What's more, he had

was this man

a reply, Josefina pressed again, "If you knew I was on your turf and let me search freely without intervening, what exactly are you after?" Slowly backing

and intent as he closed in on Josefina. "I want to see exactly

Through close surveillance, Oliver

Josefina hadn't stolen anything or harmed anyone. Observing her agile movements h felt a sense of familiarity, as he had seen her

covered his nose. Just as she was about to

led her to another room free from the

stared at Oliver.

the antidote," Oliver

at a loss. How did he

shook off Oliver's grip,

Demon's Isle? Looking for

flee. Oliver caught her again, twisting her arm mercilessly behind her back causing beads of sweat to form on her forehead from the

he twisted harder, nearly