Not only was someone trying to pick her up in her own private parking garage, but they were doing it by claiming to be the illegitimate, time-traveling heir of the very woman they were currently trying to flirt with.
Kaya let out a slow, sharp breath. The mountain of bad luck had just turned into an active volcano.
Normally, in a cheap daytime drama or a pulp novel, a scenario like this would escalate immediately into a dramatic argument. Kaya would have slapped him across the face, or delivered a long, venomous monologue to put the arrogant trash in his place.
But reality doesn't operate like a soap opera.
This was the subterranean garage of Vanguard Global's corporate headquarters. Vanguard employed hundreds of people, ran a 24/7 logistical empire, and maintained round-the-clock security. A billionaire's executive garage is never completely empty. It is a highly trafficked office space, not a deserted, haunted house where a villain can corner a woman without anyone noticing.
