Unlucky Lawrence

Inside the private room. Lawrence asked, "What did you deduce?" Slowly, Valentina picked up her fork and began eating the food in front of her. Her movements were unhurried, bordering on languid. After finishing what was in her mouth, she finally responded, "There's no sign of plastic surgery on his face, nor any indication of him wearing a skin mask." "Does that mean he is the real Rafael?" Lawrence asked. "Don't underestimate the Shadow's art of disguise," Valentina retorted. "What about you?" Lawrence shook his head. "Although I've known this father-son duo for over twenty years, I can’t be sure if they are genuine or not." His comment did not surprise Valentina. Each assassin in the Shadow is proficient in acting. Even close acquaintances who spend time together daily might not notice something amiss. William rose from his seat, bypassed Lawrence, and sat next to Valentina," It was too dark then. I couldn't see anything, not even a rough silhouette." Valentina replied, "Let's wait