CHAPTER THIRTY EIGHT

Claude took the phone from his hands, this was definitely Tasha same green eyes, beautiful facial structure, same lips everything, she went as far as magnifying the picture to prove that it was Tasha.

"What's wrong?" The man asked cocking a brow, he felt a wave of hope embrace him.

"I think I have seen your daughter" Claude said then gave him back the phone.

"Please follow me" she said and the man followed behind her.

"Is that your daughter?" Claude asked pointing that their table where Tasha sat close to Eric.

The man studied her for a while then nodded negatively.

"They look somehow alike but that's not my Tasha" he said and Claude was stunned.

The girl in the photo was Tasha there was no difference.

"Please look well, they are the same people" Claude pleaded, he did once more looking at Tasha his face pale.

"No she isn't"

"But-"

"Look thanks child, I know you really want to help but that's not my girl" he said sadly patting her head.

"Okay sir" Claude agreed noticing his