The overwhelming noise in the room caused Lily's head to throb as she looked around the vast area, desperately seeking a glimpse of Ethan's commanding presence.
This entertainment complex was far too vast, and the infuriating man hadn't even decided which level he would be occupying.
Just as Lily contemplated seeking out a quieter spot to call him, a middle-aged man sporting a "Guest Manager" badge approached her. "Excuse me, are you Miss Anderson?"
She gave a curt nod. "That's me."
"Mr. Blackwood is awaiting you in the VIP suite on the eleventh floor. If you'll please follow me." Without further preamble, the manager ushered her toward the elevators.
As Lily stepped into the lift, her peripheral vision caught a glimpse of a photograph clutched in the man's hand – an image of her younger self from her high school days. An icy tendril of trepidation slithered down her spine. How could he possibly have obtained such a picture?
