Kelly’s POV
“Who are you?” I shot an eyebrow up as I saw a man standing in front of my mother’s grave.
He checked me from head to foot and then smiled. “You must be Kate’s daughter.”
I clenched my jaws. “I said who are you?”
He lifted his chin and his smile faded. “I could be an enemy or an ally. What do you want me to be?”
“It depends on your intention,” I said, gritting my teeth.
He chuckled. “You’re indeed a Foster. Bold and strong.”
I can now clearly see his face. He has thick eyebrows, long eyelashes, red lips, pointed proud nose and angled jaw. He has thin stubbles on his jaws and chin and he looked like he’s just the same age as Pierce.
He took a step forward and offered me his hand, asking for a handshake. “Matt Foster.”
My forehead creased. “Foster?”
He smirked. “Hello, cousin.”
I was alarmed because of that. He’s a Foster. There’s a big chance he’s an enemy.
“I’m Connor and Diane Foster’s son. Eldest.”
