"Sorry for that. Someone's trying to snap secret pictures!" A deep male voice boomed over Vivian's head, and suddenly, a black coat was thrown over her.

"Hey, you..." Before Vivian could finish, she heard the man dash away. She stood there dumbfounded, pulling the coat off her head.

She got Christopher's point; he was trying to shield her identity from nosy photographers by using his coat.

But he seemed to forget that she was already hidden behind large sunglasses and a ...