Chapter 217 Who are you? And who am I? Part1

I hurriedly flung open the door and dashed onto the balcony, only to see the living room, shrouded in darkness, now completely deserted.

Everything that had just happened seemed like a dream, but oh, how I wished it were just that.

I switched on the flashlight on my phone, the air still tinged with a faint scent of pheromones.

I directed the light towards the trash can beside the coffee table, where several crumpled, damp wipes still lay.

As I moved closer, the pheromone scent hit me full force, undeniable proof of what had transpired.

Taking a deep breath, I tried to calm myself.

I pulled out the ziplock bags and tweezers I had prepared earlier—journalistic habits for collecting and preserving evidence, though I had never anticipated actually using them tonight.

Carefully, I placed the wipes, stained with Betty and that man's bodily fluids, into the ziplock bag.

Now, only one thing remained—I needed to confront Betty.

Why had she done it?

Who was that man?