Brianna woke up in an unfamiliar room. It was a bright, well-ventilated room. The fresh air coming in from the windows makes the refined sheer curtains dance in soft wave movements. She rubbed her eyes. She was trying to analyze what situation she is in now.
She looked around.
"It's definitely not a hospital." She murmured. "Not my room either." She tried to check if she was bound or restrained. Her instincts were usually like this. Being in constant danger due to her profession, she always prepares her mind for any possibilities of being caught off guard and captured by her enemies. She realized she wasn't. "Just what the hell is going on?"
Just then, the door opened, and Lucien Michaelson came in with a glass of fresh juice.
"Hey, how do you feel?" He asked very nicely.
