Miss Josefina: Nobody's Princess novel Chapter 1180

Blood trickled across the floor, its metallic tang mingling with a peculiar sweetness in the air. On the operating table lay a person, being injected with a pale green liquid at that very moment.

A slender figure approached, her voice as cold as a winter chill. "How's the experiment coming along?"

"We're almost there. Subject 74 was discovered and is now under their scrutiny. Don't worry, they won't uncover anything significant. 74 didn't hold much of our secrets. We're safe."

The woman nodded, her expression unreadable. "74 was compromised. You can't afford any mistakes with Subject 75. Otherwise, you'll have more than just a bad day."

"Boss, rest assured. We're putting everything into making 75 the perfect specimen."

Without another word, she headed deeper into the lab. In a side room, a massive screen displayed a photo of Logan, alongside various data points on his physical condition.

"Logan's whereabouts are unknown. I went to Green Valley to track him down, but he'd already vanished from there, took off on his own."

The woman frowned, her gaze steely. "Did he go looking for Josefina?"

"No, Josefina's still in the dark about Logan's disappearance."

Crossing her arms, she scrutinized the data on the screen intently. "If Josefina's unaware, then let her find out. She's resourceful; she'll help us locate Logan quickly."

The man's eyes lit up with admiration, recognizing the brilliance of her plan. This was good news! They wouldn't need to launch a massive search, nor risk exposure. They just had to shadow Josefina and pick up the trail she blazed.

The woman pulled out her phone, skimming through her messages. "Have we confirmed Josefina's identity?"

He held her, gently rubbing her back. His tender actions gradually eased Josefina's tension. After a while, Josefina pulled away from Oliver's embrace.

"Oliver, I'm alright now."

She lay back down, but Oliver sat her up again. "You won't fall back asleep easily. Let's sit on the couch for a bit. Lying down too much isn't good for you."

Josefina gazed at Oliver with warmth in her eyes. He was so thoughtful, always considering her comfort. Oliver really was something special. Sitting on the couch, Josefina felt much better than lying down.

"Josie, what did you dream about?" Oliver asked, having never seen Josefina so shaken by a nightmare before. He didn't want to make her relive it, but he needed to understand what the dream might signify.

Oliver drew Josefina close, his embrace a balm for her frayed nerves. She recounted everything, "I dreamt I was on an operating table in a lab, and someone was injecting something into me."