Vicky chuckled, her gaze mocking as she stared at the man standing in front of her.
“Sorry,” she smiled at him, her fiery gaze focused solely on him. “I do not need anything from you. Also, I don’t even know you. Why would I ever need something from you?”
Vicky's mind raced as she tried to think of any person she knew with that name. Her mind stopped, and her breath caught in her throat when a figure flashed through her mind. Damien’s boss, and the mafia leader of the Drake Cartel, Lucien Drake.
“No, this can’t be him.” She muttered under her breath. She took another quick glance at him and shrugged. “Besides, Lucien Drake is not even in this country, nor is he on this continent. What are the chances I am going to meet him in a freaking park?” She berated herself, a self-depreciating
