Miss Josefina: Nobody's Princess novel Chapter 555

Oliver pulled up to the spot Lena had mentioned, stepping out of his car with a suitcase in hand. Behind Lena, two hitmen loomed, guns at the ready, their fingers itching to pull the trigger.

Oliver, in his crisp white shirt with the tie discarded, had his sleeves rolled up, showing off his tanned, muscled forearms. He had the kind of build that turned heads—broad shoulders tapering to a narrow waist. His glare was fierce, like a cheetah on the hunt, ready to pounce.

Despite the sweltering heat, Oliver stood cool and composed under the shade of an oak tree, his face a mask of indifference. Lena approached him, each step deliberate, reaching out to touch his solid bicep. But Oliver dodged her hand, voice dripping with disdain, "Where's Josie?"

Lena's smile twisted into something almost feral. "Is Josefina really that important to you?"

"Cut the crap, Lena," Oliver snapped, his patience thin. "There's a hundred million in this case. Show me Josie, and the money's yours. Now, hand her over!"

Lena's hatred for Oliver only grew. Why did Josefina get everything so easily while she had to claw for every scrap? The trees rustled in the breeze, but even that couldn't cool Lena's burning anger.

Her eyes locked onto Oliver's stony face, her competitive spirit flaring. "Oliver, kiss me, and I'll let you see Josefina."

Lena seemed almost carefree as she laid down her terms. "You've got one minute to decide, or my guy shoots Josefina in the leg. Every minute you delay, her suffering doubles."

Her expression was vicious as she awaited his response. Oliver regarded her with contempt. "Really, Lena? Have you no shame?"

Insulted, Lena's face twisted further in anger. "Where is she, Lena?" Oliver sneered again.

He stood motionless, refusing to dance to Lena's tune. Suddenly, Lena's phone rang. "Do it," she snapped. "Scar her face!"

"Stop!" Oliver couldn't hide his desperation.

Lena smirked, phone in hand, savoring her victory. Yet, in her moment of triumph, she clutched her stomach, discomfort evident. And then, embarrassingly, she let out a fart.

Her face turned beet red with mortification, as if she wished the ground would swallow her whole.