Miss Josefina: Nobody's Princess

Asher's jaw dropped at the sight of Josefina. "Mr. Oliver, isn't Ms. Josefina right here?" He grumbled to himself about the late-night snack run he was sent on, which had worn him out.

Seeing Asher, a hitman known for living on the edge, lumbering with an armload of grub, Josefina couldn't help but chuckle. She flashed a grin at Asher, while Oliver stood between them like a barrier. "Asher, why don't you take these snacks downstairs and share 'em around? You don't have to follow me. Go find a spot and dig in," Oliver advised.

Before leaving, he tied a balloon to Asher's wrist. "And take the balloon with you."

With that, Oliver took Josefina by the hand and led her into the bustling food market.

Asher looked at himself, then back at the easy swagger of Oliver and Josefina fading into the crowd, his mood souring by the second. "This is no easy Job." Asher shook his head, a wry smile crossing his face

At the crack of dawn, in a land far from home, a distinguished man rose from his bed. His assistant stood waiting in the living room. "Mr. Dorian, your requested gifts are all here for your approval."

With his tall frame and handsome features, every move Dorian made exuded the commanding presence of a man in power. Striding over with brisk steps, Dorian surveyed the table laden with expensive jewelry, designer handbags, and a glass jar filled to the brim with diamonds.

"Is this it?" With a domineering and somber tone, Dorian's question hung heavy in the air.

The assistant, a sturdy fellow, trembled slightly, hurriedly explaining, "Mr. Dorian, one of these necklaces alone is worth a fortune. The jar of diamonds is also quite valuable. And this bag, it took considerable effort to procure. It's worth two million. Is this ensemble of gifts not sufficient?"

Dorian's frown did not ease. "The gifts are not enough. It's my first time meeting my sister. I must give her more, lest I be outdone by my brothers. Tell Westwood to commission Anya to create twenty gowns and twenty casual outfits. And get Gideon to paint a portrait of my sister. As for cosmetics and skincare, I want them all custom-made."

The assistant was stunned. Dorian really went out of his way to spoil this sister he'd never met.

When Dorian noticed the assistant's silence, his expression darkened instantly. "Do you object?"

Startled, the assistant quickly replied, "Mr. Dorian, I have no objections. How could I? You're extremely generous with your sister. She's fortunate to have a brother like you."

A slight smile played on Dorian'sNôvelDrama.Org exclusive content.

lips. "My sister was switched at birth

and spent eighteen years in the wrong life. Had she been with us she would've been draped in silks and satins, never wanting for money or clothes. I must treat her well, very well." en.s.net

The assistant could only nod. "Just spoil her, sir." The assistant thought to himself.

"Mr. Dorian, I'll get in touch with Westwood right away to place the order. We'll see if Anya can fulfill the order. After all, so many garments take time."

"Tell Anya money is no object. I can

pay extra, but they must workē overnight if necessary to finish the clothes. Otherwise, the Harrison family will cease to patronize them for future custom orders." en.s.net

The assistant nodded vigorously. "Sure, no problem. I'll arrange it immediately."

Josefina was having lunch when her phone rang with a call from the office.

"What? Extra payment for a rush job? Refuse and we're in trouble? Who does this person think he is, issuing orders to our company like that? Tell him we're not hard up for cash. We won't do it!"

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Josefina was livid. She was quite curious to meet the person who dared to command her design services like that.