Miss Josefina: Nobody's Princess novel Chapter 1070

The only lead they had was Dominic.

"Tomorrow, I'll go see Dominic with Oliver," Josefina said, trying to put Dorian's mind at ease.

Oliver, who had caught up with them, overheard and jumped in. "Josie, let me handle Dominic. You shouldn’t go. It's not exactly the best place, and it might upset you."

Dorian nodded in agreement. "Oliver's right, Josie. Just listen to us and stay here."

Josefina, always one to heed good advice, agreed. "Okay, I won’t go."

With a flick of his wrist, Oliver produced a little surprise—a skewer of candied fruit, its sugary glaze shimmering in the light. Josefina's eyes lit up like the night sky as she accepted it.

"Thanks," she said, taking a bite. The candy coating cracked delightfully, revealing the juicy fruit beneath. It was delicious.

Dorian gave Oliver a sideways glance, surprised by this thoughtful gesture. To him, Oliver was just a cold, calculating money-making machine. It was things like this that made him uneasy about his sister marrying him. But now, well, Oliver seemed just a little more likable—by the tiniest fraction.

...

The family was in the middle of dinner when Annika’s terrified scream broke through the air.

"Help, Ms. Josefina! Sir, ma'am, there's a ghost!"

Josefina set down her fork and headed toward the commotion.

Oliver, quick on his feet, positioned himself protectively in front of Josefina. "What’s going on?"

Annika, catching her breath, explained, "We were working on the chicken coop, and there was this... ghostly thing just lying there. I thought it was a rock and sat right on it, and it collapsed under me."

With Josefina’s promise, they all decided to go. Garrett grabbed a gleaming machete, while Dorian armed himself with a handgun. Hattie, after a moment’s thought, decided against carrying anything, fearing she might accidentally hurt herself.

Oliver picked up a sturdy iron rod and helped Josefina into a warm down jacket. Together, they set off.

Annika, despite being scared out of her wits, couldn’t resist joining the group. She grabbed two kitchen knives and followed them.

The trek was a long one, taking them twenty minutes to reach the site. Sometimes, having a large estate wasn’t all it was cracked up to be.

When they finally arrived, Annika gulped nervously, trying to muster her courage. "Adam’s keeping an eye on it. It’s right up ahead. It’s terrifying, really gave me a fright."

Just then, the thing they were watching over spoke. Its voice was rough, as though it had weathered countless storms. "Who are you?"

Annika, knives in each hand, boldly declared, "The Double-Bladed Granny!"