Chapter 930

As the image—a photo, to be precise—opened, James and Stan craned their necks for a look. "Mr. Jefferson?" Stan blurted just then. However, Irene remained still. She and Isaac had been together for a while, and having shared a bed, she knew his body best. While the man in the photo was almost of the same height and body shape, that was all there was to it! In fact, Irene was positive that it was not Isaac. Then, another text arrived. [There, a photo of the man himself. Do you believe me now?] Irene replied instantly: [That's not Isaac!] Stan was perplexed by her reply. "Wait, that's not Mr. Jefferson?" "No," Irene replied assuredly. "How are you so sure?" Stan exclaimed. "Those clothes and figures are obviously him, and there's that black cloth on his face. You can't say it isn't just because you don't see it!" Irene looked up at him then. "Don't you get why they're not showing us his face?" Zachary and James immediately understood. A little slow on the uptake, Stan aske