"Lily Turner, right?" Her words were interrupted by a thick French accent. Looking up, she noticed a man dressed in a black designer tuxedo with an intimidating aura that matched his cold, dark eyes.

Lily stepped back with a frown as she reached for her phone, her hands hovering on the first number that popped up, ready to press in case of a sudden attack.

"Who are you?" Lily asked, her voice cold and guarded as she glared up at the man standing before him.

"Why not look closely? Don't I ...