Miss Josefina: Nobody's Princess

As Ryan was driving, he spilled the beans about Josefina's identity to her. "Miss Josefina, your dad's name is Garrett, your mom's Hattie, and you've got three older brothers." With that one liner, the penny dropped for Josefina. She was none other than the richest guy's daughter.

Her buddy, Jasmine, had once cracked a joke, "Josie, I wonder who's rolling in more dough, you or that top billionaire Garrett?"

So, Josefina learned that the richest guy was named Garrett.

However, it was a small world, and there were other folks with the same name.

Without beating around the bush, Josefina asked, "If I'm not mistaken, is there also a billionaire that goes by the name of Garrett?"

Ryan cracked a smile and said, "You're sharp as a tack, Miss Josefina. You are indeed the daughter of top 1 billionaire, Garrett Harrison."

Josefina's big, doe eyes went wide. She blinked, and her long lashes cast silhouettes beneath her eyes. She really was the richest guy's daughter!

"Ryan, could you do me a solid and swing by the bank?"

She had to cash the check Billy had written to her to avoid any funny business or him welching on the deal.

"Sure thing."

Ryan didn't pry into the why. As long as Miss Josefina was happy, that was all that mattered.

They quickly reached the front of the bank, and before Ryan could offer a hand, Josefina had already flung open the car door. "Ryan, can you hang tight here for a sec?"

"Of course, Miss Josefina. Hit me up if you need anything. I'll find a spot to park. Give me a buzz before you're done, and I'll swing by to pick you up."

"Okay."

While in the car, Ryan gave her his digits, and Josefina had them down pat.

...

Josefina walked into the bank and turned the check into a cool hundred million in cash, stashing it in her bank card.

Money in the bank, peace of mind.

Thinking of the inconvenience she caused Ryan, she popped into a convenience store next door to grab him a bottle of water. Just as she stepped out, Josefina saw an old man had taken a spill, with a few bystanders rubbernecking.

"Should we help him up?"

"I'm scared, man. This situation is tricky. If we pick him up, my whole family could go under."

"But we can't just leave him in the lurch, can we?"

"Well, if you're so concerned, why don't you give it a shot?"

The guy got called out and skedaddled.

As Josefina passed by, she saw Mr. Robert was looking pale as a ghost, his life hanging by a thread.

You couldn't turn a blind eye to someone in need, especially with cameras around for evidence if needed.

The dude who'd just dished out the sass stepped up, phone in hand, saying, "Lady, you a doc or something? You do the saving, and I'll do the filming. If anyone gives you grief for trying to help, I've got the proof right here!"

Josefina flashed a smile. "Thanks."

Her bright, watery eyes sparkled with vitality, and her red lips curled into a slight smile. The onlookers gasped at her beauty.

Josefina squatted down, checked Mr. Robert's pulse with her fingertips, then pulled out a silver needle from a pouch in her bag, poised to jab it into his forehead. But a woman's voice suddenly scolded from above. "What on earth are you doing?"

The woman shoved Josefina aside, but the nimble Josefina dodged, leaving the woman to face-plant.

The camera guy chimed in, annoyed, "Hey lady, what's your deal?! This girl's trying to save a life here, and you're out to kick her? I've got it all on tape!"

Then another old guy showed up, dropping to his knees, calling out, "Sir, sir, come on, wake up."

The woman scrambled to her feet. "Bennett, this girl's trying to off him."

Josefina, needle in hand and looking stunningly composed, retorted, "Waste any more time, and he's a goner."

Bennett was taken aback. The girl before him looked barely legal, yet she radiated confidence like a queen owning the room.

The woman fumed, "Bennett, I'm the doctor here. She's just a kid. If Mr. Brandon's golden hour slips by because of her, who's gonna carry that weight?"

Bennett was caught between a rock and a hard place. The woman talking was the family doctor. Brandon's health had been in the pits lately, so they always had the family doctor tag along when stepping out.