I looked at the picture one last time and set it on the table. I felt my every senses come to life, just like how they did when I was in the military before a battle.
"Is this M-"
"No, it's not Marcus. And if it was him, he must be under threat. That man would rather die than betray me." Merrylia said with determination.
"I know. But we can not take risks. We're not even sure if it's him. The man in the picture have a scar on his face but Marcus isn't the only one who has it." I stood straighter and looked into her eyes.
"We should keep an eye on him."
"I already ordered my men to do so. But I am certain that if it is him, he's not doing anything against me." She said it with so much surety in her voice.
She knows something I don't.
"I saw him this morning. He seemed a little off." Merrylia raised her brows and her eyes narrowed.
"He already saw it?" She muttered.