Revenge or not?

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY

ALEXANDER

My eyes opened widely, and my mouth was also widely opened. I stared at the picture in disbelief for a while. Clinton noticed that I was shocked, so he moved even closer to me and stood beside me. He dipped his head into my phone.

He furrowed his brow and faced me.

"What is the matter?" He inquired.

"I... I... uhm... have a look," I told Clinton.

I lost my voice trying to explain to Clinton what was going on. He took my phone and stared at the same pictures he sent to me. His brows were still furrowed, which meant that he didn't even realise what was going on.

I wondered how Clinton wasn't able to recognise the man in the picture, even though he had sent it to me.

"Go through the documents," I told Clinton.

Clinton began to go through the documents, and his eyes widened. I was no longer as angry as I was when I walked into the office. My anger had been replaced with shock.

How the fuck did this happen?

The son of the victim who died d