That man, Alexander Volkov, was playing the same game she was, using a double identity just as she did while posing as Gala, Dante Montgomery's high-class prostitute.

"How the hell did he know I was here?" Ivanna wondered.

"Maybe he simply has eyes everywhere," Chloe replied cautiously.

"That's what I hate, people trying to control me." Ivanna stood up in annoyance. She glanced at the roses for a few seconds before picking them up. She wasn't going to leave them behind. They were pretty, a