Fatal App(2)

I slipped my phone into my pocket and went straight to Belinda.

It was not until I pushed open the office door that I was stunned.

There were two people in the room, a man and a woman.

Belinda's clothes were disheveled. Her hands and feet were all tied with strips. Her mouth was stuffed with ripped stockings. The tight dress she was in might be S-size or M-size which complemented her figure.

A tall, middle-aged man with gold-rimmed glasses was standing beside her.

I found it a little hard to accept such a scene.

When the man saw me, he came up to me. "You are Neal?" I was a little confused and looked at this like-minded person and said, "You are?"

However, what the man said next scared the shit out of me. "I'm Belinda's husband. You are the one who fucked her yesterday, are you?"

I instinctively wanted to run away. I did not know that she was married!