This wasn't just any ordinary girl; she was a crafty little fox! A clever little fox!
Mason was on edge, feeling like his days were numbered.
Josefina stepped forward, bending slightly at the waist. "Mason, I bet you know a lot of secrets about Sydney, don't you?"
In Mason's view, there was a beautiful face, skin as flawless as porcelain, and eyes as innocent as a newborn's. Her large, dark eyes shone like grapes.
How could such a pretty girl be so devious?
"I..."
Mason began to speak, only to be interrupted by a violent fit of coughing.
Josefina gently turned him onto his side.
Mason spat out black blood, but his spirits remained relatively intact.
With a soothing voice, Josefina said, "You just focus on getting better. And when you are, remember you owe me one."
Mason met Josefina's eyes, dark as ink, and felt a wave of anxiety.
When Mason didn’t respond, Josefina’s voice dropped a notch, becoming icy. "Not willing to share with me?"
"I am, I am! I'll tell you anything you want," Mason replied urgently.
She wanted to live.
She wanted revenge!
Right now, she had to switch sides.
She'd work for anyone as long as she could stay alive.
Josefina smiled sweetly. "Well, we'll see how you do."
Oliver cast a sidelong glance at Mason, causing her to quickly shut her eyes.
If she couldn't see him, she wouldn't be afraid.
She was the tenth-generation heir of the Snider family, for crying out loud. How had it come to this?
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