Jillian
My head was pounding with an unbearable headache and I groaned, touching my sore temple. Just as I remembered the events from before I fainted, a deep voice suddenly resonated from some distance away.
"Finally you're awake."
I blinked my eyes open, darting a bewildered gaze over my surroundings. I was in a huge lavish living room. But what caused me to panic were the numerous men standing around me, their weapons in plain display. I slowly got up, cautiously gauging my surroundings. The men lifted their guns to me in a silent warning.
"Jillian Brown." The voice from earlier intoned. "I'm glad to finally meet you. You really resemble your father a lot."
I turned my gaze to the white-haired man in his sixties who said the words. He was seated on a flashy-looking couch, his eyes
