I drifted slowly back to consciousness in Switzerland.
My eyelids felt heavy as I lifted them, and the first thing that came into view was a spotless white ceiling.
I could smell the faint, clean scent of antiseptic lingering in the surrounding air.
As my vision gradually cleared, a refined face marked with deep worry and urgency came into focus, leaning close and watching me intently.
It was Isabella White, chief executive of an international investment firm, and also my most trusted ally.
"Lily! Thank goodness, you are finally awake!"
The moment Isabella saw my eyes open, the tension in her posture visibly relaxed.
She spoke naturally in fluent English, and the sincerity in her tone was unmistakable.
"How do you feel? Is there anywhere that hurts badly?"
I tried to wiggle
