"What is it?" Daniel asked gruffly, accepting the envelope from his assistant. He was still in a sour mood and was not ready to deal with trivial issues, especially with Marcel being nothing but a stumbling block to his plans.
Hence, when he pulled out the documents from the envelope, the first thing to slip out and fall on his lap were photographs and he picked up one of the copies staring at the photograph of his son, Marcel carrying a woman who seemed to be unconscious in his arms.
Whoever took the photograph must have been aiming not to get caught because what he managed to capture was the back view of Marcel and the unconscious lady's brunette hair cascading down.
Vexed, Daniel lifted a brow at his assistant, "What the hell is this?" his tone showed that he wasn't one bit impressed by the information.
