Miss Josefina: Nobody's Princess novel Chapter 1211

“George, starting this month, your salary’s getting doubled.”

George’s eyes lit up. He bowed so deep it was almost comical—a perfect ninety-degree angle.

“Thank you, Mr. Oliver! Thank you, ma’am!” he blurted, practically bouncing on his toes.

He was over the moon. All thanks to the lady of the house!

Moments like this reminded George just how smart it was to keep Mrs. Oliver happy. If he wanted to move up in this place, sticking close to her was the way to go.

With fresh determination, George hustled back to work, moving faster than ever.

…

Josefina walked into the room. The woman inside was drenched in sweat, looking as pale as a ghost.

Luke stood off to the side, holding a stun baton. “She talked. Her name’s Lucy. She’s an orphan, grew up at St. Mary’s. She got adopted, got some training, then they put her to work. She was sent to dig up dirt on the big Westwood families and feed it to some people. The nightshade incident? Those people connected Cassandra with the supplier. Their goal is to take down Mr. Marquez, force him to step down.”

Josefina sat. The woman looked like she’d been through hell.

Lucy had honestly thought the stun baton would kill her.

She never expected it would keep her awake, her nerves on fire, like thousands of ants gnawing at her from the inside out.

She finally broke—spilled everything.

“Find out which orphanage she was in,” Josefina ordered. “Send someone to look into it. There are probably plenty of girls like her who’ve been taken and trained.”

“Already on it, boss,” Luke replied. “I’ve got people digging right now.”

Josefina nodded, pleased. “Nice work.”

Luke grinned. “After all these years working with you, if I couldn’t keep up, I’d be letting you down.”

She walked over, slipped behind him, and rested her chin on his shoulder, her voice low and teasing. “Hey, husband, why didn’t you wait for me to eat?”

Oliver’s body tensed, but he set his chopsticks down, his voice steady. “You’re so busy all the time. I figured you weren’t even hungry. Do you even have time to drink water these days?”

Josefina rolled her eyes internally. Was he really guilt-tripping her right now?

She knew he was mad—mad that she hadn’t taken care of herself.

Men. She’d just have to win him over her way.

Without missing a beat, Josefina plopped herself right onto Oliver’s lap, arms draped around his neck. Her big, glossy eyes locked with his, slowly filling with hurt.

She put on her best wounded look, her voice trembling with mock heartbreak.

“I never thought you saw me that way. Is that all I am to you now? Just your pretty canary, locked up at home now that we’re married and I’m having your baby? When we met, you never seemed like the controlling type. If I’d known you’d be like this, I never would’ve married you.”