That's Very Odd

Jason's pov.

I stared at the DNA result before me and frowned.

"How the hell is this fucking possible?" I groaned as I checked the last result.

It had been exactly three days since I saw Camile and within those days, I had sent out samples of Vince's hair to three different states and the results had come back the same, stating that Camile was not Vince father.

It didn't make any sense to me.

I had suspected my grandfather for the one I did earlier but there was just no way it was him this time. I'd sent the results through Martin and two of my secret agents and none of them were affiliated with my grandfather in any way. So none of this made any sense.

How was it possible? I was sure that I didn't take the wrong child. Another thing was that they didn't look like they'd been doctored or was I just too trusting of that old man?

Something was fishy here, something I couldn't place my hands on. A puzzle piece was missing or several puzzle pieces.

And it was clear that in order to get to